Everyday Classics: Eighth Reader : the Introduction to LiteratureMacmillan Company, 1918 - 415 страница |
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... once sung . In early times all lyric poems were sung , but now the term is used for many poems where the emotion does not lend itself to music . " Ring Out , Wild Bells , " however , is a song and the lines almost sing themselves ...
... once sung . In early times all lyric poems were sung , but now the term is used for many poems where the emotion does not lend itself to music . " Ring Out , Wild Bells , " however , is a song and the lines almost sing themselves ...
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... once , all the objects , whether they are far away , in the background , or in front of the picture , in the foreground . In reading a description , our mind's eye can see only a part at a time . Then , of course , a painting shows a ...
... once , all the objects , whether they are far away , in the background , or in front of the picture , in the foreground . In reading a description , our mind's eye can see only a part at a time . Then , of course , a painting shows a ...
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... once shot fearfully into the air , and now sprang 15 up again laughing that they had only fallen a foot or two ; and in the midst of all the gay glittering and eddied lingering , the noble bearing by of the midmost depth , so mighty ...
... once shot fearfully into the air , and now sprang 15 up again laughing that they had only fallen a foot or two ; and in the midst of all the gay glittering and eddied lingering , the noble bearing by of the midmost depth , so mighty ...
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... once grand and sweet , as if it were the glow of a vast , warm heart , that embraced all mankind in its affec- 5 tions , and had room for more . As we began with saying , a mother and her little boy sat at their cottage door , gazing at ...
... once grand and sweet , as if it were the glow of a vast , warm heart , that embraced all mankind in its affec- 5 tions , and had room for more . As we began with saying , a mother and her little boy sat at their cottage door , gazing at ...
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... once into coin . And when Mr. Gathergold had become so rich that it would 15 have taken him a hundred years only to count his wealth , he bethought himself of his native valley , and resolved to go back thither , and end his days where ...
... once into coin . And when Mr. Gathergold had become so rich that it would 15 have taken him a hundred years only to count his wealth , he bethought himself of his native valley , and resolved to go back thither , and end his days where ...
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Alcinous ALFRED TENNYSON answered Antony arms beautiful behold Boaz brave Brutus Cæsar castle Charles Clusium cried Crito dear death Describe Don Quixote Durendal earth Ernest eyes father fear feelings FIFTH READER Fourth Cit Ganelon Gathergold give Glossary hand hast hath hear heard heart HELPS TO STUDY hero Horatius Ivanhoe Janiculum Jarley Julius Cæsar king kinsman knight lady land Lars Porsena literature live Lochinvar looked Lord lyric maidens Mark Antony Moab morning mountain Naomi Nausicaa never noble Odysseus Palmer Phæacians Phiz Pickwick poem poet Prince John Rebecca Ring river Roland Rome Rowena Ruth scene shouts Sir Patrick Spens smile Socrates song spake speak stanza Stone Face stood story tell thee things Third Cit thou art thought to-day turned unto valley verse voice Winkle words young
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Страница 348 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 131 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Страница 128 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Страница 27 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things And battles long ago; Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Страница 97 - Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Страница 130 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.
Страница 253 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Страница 351 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : •'The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne : Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 250 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Страница 15 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? xiii.