Poetry for Schools: Designed for Reading and Recitation : the Whole Selected from the Best Poets in the English Language |
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... looks with fear— So seemed the sire , when , far upon the road , The shining spoil his wily partner showed . " The propriety of this simile , detached from the story to which it belongs , is not quite clear . From the porch they go ...
... looks with fear— So seemed the sire , when , far upon the road , The shining spoil his wily partner showed . " The propriety of this simile , detached from the story to which it belongs , is not quite clear . From the porch they go ...
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... look upon as the proper means for attaining it ? " " Here Mr. Addison first mentions the virtues of the poor negroes , and then contrasts the cruel treatment of white men with their deserts . This cruel treatment in fact is this : We ...
... look upon as the proper means for attaining it ? " " Here Mr. Addison first mentions the virtues of the poor negroes , and then contrasts the cruel treatment of white men with their deserts . This cruel treatment in fact is this : We ...
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... look far back into the dim region of the past , and behold there stars of mind which shine for ever and ever . During almost two centuries after the death of Chaucer civil wars and religious persecutions silenced the muse in England ...
... look far back into the dim region of the past , and behold there stars of mind which shine for ever and ever . During almost two centuries after the death of Chaucer civil wars and religious persecutions silenced the muse in England ...
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... look , give me a face That make simplicity a grace . Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art , - They strike my eyes and not my heart . " The following specimen , written ...
... look , give me a face That make simplicity a grace . Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art , - They strike my eyes and not my heart . " The following specimen , written ...
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... look of regard on the poet , that was destined to inspire her future Milton , and the other on the maritime hero , who paved the way for colonizing distant re- gions of the earth , where the language of England was to be spoken , and ...
... look of regard on the poet , that was destined to inspire her future Milton , and the other on the maritime hero , who paved the way for colonizing distant re- gions of the earth , where the language of England was to be spoken , and ...
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Page 248 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 31 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 56 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 247 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 300 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 248 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard ; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes : — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears...
Page 48 - Eugh, obedient to the benders will ; The Birch for shaftes ; the Sallow for the mill ; The Mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound ; The warlike Beech ; the Ash for nothing ill ; The fruitful! Olive ; and the Platane round ; The carver Holme ; the Maple seeldom inward sound.
Page 248 - ... mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Page 300 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 84 - Henceforth I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...