Repetition and reading book, selections by C. BiltonCharles Bilton 1866 |
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... And , new or old , still hasten to a close ; There , centring in a focus round and neat , Let all your rays of information meet . 7 What neither yields us profit nor delight Is like a COWPER, WILLIAM: 1731-1800 Tales in Conversation.
... And , new or old , still hasten to a close ; There , centring in a focus round and neat , Let all your rays of information meet . 7 What neither yields us profit nor delight Is like a COWPER, WILLIAM: 1731-1800 Tales in Conversation.
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... close.- They close , in clouds of smoke and dust , With sword - sway , and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there , Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the ...
... close.- They close , in clouds of smoke and dust , With sword - sway , and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there , Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the ...
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... close and rank their warlike file , And hold high council , if that night Should view the strife , or dawning light . Oh gay , yet fearful to behold , Flashing with steel and rough with gold , And bristled o'er with bills and spears ...
... close and rank their warlike file , And hold high council , if that night Should view the strife , or dawning light . Oh gay , yet fearful to behold , Flashing with steel and rough with gold , And bristled o'er with bills and spears ...
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... close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and ...
... close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and ...
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... close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below : The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their ...
... close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below : The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their ...
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83 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones; so let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher, too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran — that he could gauge.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.