The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 |
Z wnętrza książki
Wyniki 1 - 5 z 21
Strona 28
... Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sùn , -the vàles , Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable wòods - rìvers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks , That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ...
... Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sùn , -the vàles , Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable wòods - rìvers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks , That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all , Old ...
Strona 32
... rock His truth shall stand , When rolling years shall cease to move . 3. Here , then , is a support which will never fàil ; here is a foundation which can never be mòved , the everlasting Creator of countless worlds , " the high and ...
... rock His truth shall stand , When rolling years shall cease to move . 3. Here , then , is a support which will never fàil ; here is a foundation which can never be mòved , the everlasting Creator of countless worlds , " the high and ...
Strona 34
... rock and rèel ! How the great gùns , peal on peal , Fling the joy from town to town ! 2. The storm is out ; the land is ròused ; Whère is the coward who sits well hòused ? Fìe on thee , boy , disguised in cùrls , Behind the stove ...
... rock and rèel ! How the great gùns , peal on peal , Fling the joy from town to town ! 2. The storm is out ; the land is ròused ; Whère is the coward who sits well hòused ? Fìe on thee , boy , disguised in cùrls , Behind the stove ...
Strona 40
... rock's vast weight to throw , The line , too , làbors , and the words move slow ; Quick . Not so , when swift Camilla scours the plain , 3. Loud . Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main . The combat deepens . On , ye ...
... rock's vast weight to throw , The line , too , làbors , and the words move slow ; Quick . Not so , when swift Camilla scours the plain , 3. Loud . Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main . The combat deepens . On , ye ...
Strona 45
... rock ròars ; tumultuous boil the waves . 6. HUM OF INSECTS . The shard - borne bèetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning pèal . 7. HARSH SOUNDS . On a sudden open fly The infernal gates , and on their hinges grate Harsh ...
... rock ròars ; tumultuous boil the waves . 6. HUM OF INSECTS . The shard - borne bèetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning pèal . 7. HARSH SOUNDS . On a sudden open fly The infernal gates , and on their hinges grate Harsh ...
Spis treści
12 | |
32 | |
40 | |
52 | |
62 | |
69 | |
70 | |
85 | |
168 | |
182 | |
197 | |
209 | |
212 | |
222 | |
225 | |
234 | |
87 | |
93 | |
96 | |
99 | |
105 | |
107 | |
113 | |
117 | |
123 | |
125 | |
129 | |
136 | |
140 | |
149 | |
150 | |
156 | |
238 | |
240 | |
246 | |
249 | |
257 | |
260 | |
283 | |
303 | |
372 | |
387 | |
393 | |
396 | |
401 | |
402 | |
407 | |
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath Catiline clang clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hour Hyder Ali JOAQUIN MILLER KARST land leaves light live Lochinvar look Lord LORD MACAULAY loud Mabel Malahide morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean pass poet poor pray retina rise Rome round sail Scrooge shadow ship shore shout silent sings soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears thee thing thou thought thunder toll tone Trinity College turned village maid visual perception voice waves wild wind word young
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Strona 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Strona 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Strona 360 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Strona 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Strona 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Strona 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Strona 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Strona 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Strona 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...