The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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... never may You offerings pay : No morning dew , nor fruitful showers , Clothe you with flowers ; Saul and his arms there made a spoil , As if untouch'd with sacred oil . The bow of noble Jonathan Great battles wan : His arrows on the ...
... never may You offerings pay : No morning dew , nor fruitful showers , Clothe you with flowers ; Saul and his arms there made a spoil , As if untouch'd with sacred oil . The bow of noble Jonathan Great battles wan : His arrows on the ...
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... never more To man , man bore ! No woman when most passionate , Loved at that rate ! J How are the mighty fallen in fight ! They , and their glory , set in night ! Sandys . LESSON V. THE DESTROYING ANGEL . sac - ri - fice , a religious ...
... never more To man , man bore ! No woman when most passionate , Loved at that rate ! J How are the mighty fallen in fight ! They , and their glory , set in night ! Sandys . LESSON V. THE DESTROYING ANGEL . sac - ri - fice , a religious ...
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... Never beside your knee Shall I kneel down again at night to pray , Nor with the morning wake , and sing the lay You taught to me ! " Oh , at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my ...
... Never beside your knee Shall I kneel down again at night to pray , Nor with the morning wake , and sing the lay You taught to me ! " Oh , at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my ...
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... Never yet , Amid the musings of that tender age , Was there before the simple fancy set One who could so their marvelling faith engage , As that same Saint , of whom the whole they get Is that he went to God , pure deathless sage ...
... Never yet , Amid the musings of that tender age , Was there before the simple fancy set One who could so their marvelling faith engage , As that same Saint , of whom the whole they get Is that he went to God , pure deathless sage ...
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... never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . " " The Druids were the priests of the ancient Britons and Gauls . " 2 Rome was taken and given up to plunder , in the year 410 , by the Vi ...
... never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . " " The Druids were the priests of the ancient Britons and Gauls . " 2 Rome was taken and given up to plunder , in the year 410 , by the Vi ...
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Стр. 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Стр. 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Стр. 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Стр. 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Стр. 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Стр. 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Стр. 35 - 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...
Стр. 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Стр. 68 - 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; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Стр. 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...