The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... Italian thief that never robs but he murders , to prevent discovery ; so sure is he to cry down the man from whom he purloins , that his petty larceny of wit may pass unsuspected . He appears so over - concerned in all men's wits , as ...
... Italian thief that never robs but he murders , to prevent discovery ; so sure is he to cry down the man from whom he purloins , that his petty larceny of wit may pass unsuspected . He appears so over - concerned in all men's wits , as ...
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... Italian epitaph , written on the monument of a Valetudinarian : - " Stavo ben , ma per star meglio , sto qui , " which may be thus translated : - " I was well , but by trying to be better , I am here . " The fear of death often proves ...
... Italian epitaph , written on the monument of a Valetudinarian : - " Stavo ben , ma per star meglio , sto qui , " which may be thus translated : - " I was well , but by trying to be better , I am here . " The fear of death often proves ...
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... Italy ; my face is familiar to his porter ; but if you bring this copy of verses , my life for it you succeed , and we divide the spoil . ' " Having a mind too proud to stoop to such indignities , and yet a fortune too humble to hazard ...
... Italy ; my face is familiar to his porter ; but if you bring this copy of verses , my life for it you succeed , and we divide the spoil . ' " Having a mind too proud to stoop to such indignities , and yet a fortune too humble to hazard ...
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... Italy , were eagerly explored by the curious , and thrown open in translation to the admiring gaze of the multitude . It might be said , without much extravagance , that every breath that blew , that every wave that rolled to our shores ...
... Italy , were eagerly explored by the curious , and thrown open in translation to the admiring gaze of the multitude . It might be said , without much extravagance , that every breath that blew , that every wave that rolled to our shores ...
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... Italy , and they are ruining the provinces too . " " Slave labour , " says Pliny , " makes bad husbandry , like everything that is done by despair . " Within sixty years after the death of Constantine , Campania , once the garden of Italy ...
... Italy , and they are ruining the provinces too . " " Slave labour , " says Pliny , " makes bad husbandry , like everything that is done by despair . " Within sixty years after the death of Constantine , Campania , once the garden of Italy ...
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admiration animal appear birds blessing bread Brownist called Carthusians character Charon cheerful Christian church Cobham corn creatures danger death delighted earth EDWARD MIALL enemies England evil eyes faith father fear feeling fire friends give glory hand happy hath heard heart heaven holy honour hope House of Commons human Joseph Sturge kind king knew Kuruman labour land live Lollardism London Charterhouse look Lord Lord Cobham mankind ment mind moral morning mother nation nature never night noble once passed peace pemmican perhaps political poor Puritans Rachel Reformation religion Rephidim rest round scene seemed seen slavery slaves soul spirit tell thee things Thomas Clarkson thou thought tion told Trim truth turn uncle Toby voice walk WASHINGTON IRVING whole words young
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370 페이지 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
388 페이지 - 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 canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
62 페이지 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
392 페이지 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
367 페이지 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
421 페이지 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
369 페이지 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
386 페이지 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
393 페이지 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
421 페이지 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.