The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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... look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there ! " " Father ! I'm going home ! To the good home you speak of , that blest land Where it is one bright summer1 always , and Storms do not ...
... look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there ! " " Father ! I'm going home ! To the good home you speak of , that blest land Where it is one bright summer1 always , and Storms do not ...
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... looks back , and stops , and looks on man , Her deadliest foe . The toil - worn horse , set free , Unheedful of the pasture , roams at large ; And as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls , His iron - arm'd hoofs gleam in the morning ray ...
... looks back , and stops , and looks on man , Her deadliest foe . The toil - worn horse , set free , Unheedful of the pasture , roams at large ; And as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls , His iron - arm'd hoofs gleam in the morning ray ...
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... look aloft O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he meet the dreadful day ...
... look aloft O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he meet the dreadful day ...
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... out on the sunny sea , And the rein - deer bounds through the pasture free , And the pine has a fringe of softer green , And the moss looks bright where my step has been . I have sent through the wood - paths a gentle 12 2.
... out on the sunny sea , And the rein - deer bounds through the pasture free , And the pine has a fringe of softer green , And the moss looks bright where my step has been . I have sent through the wood - paths a gentle 12 2.
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... look · mando . mine . trampa . Boadicea was the Queen of the Iceni , a tribe of Britons inhabiting Norfolk and Suffolk . At this time , Suetonius , a general of great energy and skill , commanded the Roman forces in Britain . During his ...
... look · mando . mine . trampa . Boadicea was the Queen of the Iceni , a tribe of Britons inhabiting Norfolk and Suffolk . At this time , Suetonius , a general of great energy and skill , commanded the Roman forces in Britain . During his ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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...