The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... whole surface of the kingdom , and the most retired neighbourhoods afford specimens of the different ranks . The English , in fact , are strongly gifted with the rural feeling . They possess a quick sensibility to the beauties of nature ...
... whole surface of the kingdom , and the most retired neighbourhoods afford specimens of the different ranks . The English , in fact , are strongly gifted with the rural feeling . They possess a quick sensibility to the beauties of nature ...
الصفحة 15
... whole groups of them assemble high in the air and squeak , and shoot about with wonderful rapidity . But this bird is never so much alive as in sultry , thundery weather , when it expresses great alacrity , and calls forth all its ...
... whole groups of them assemble high in the air and squeak , and shoot about with wonderful rapidity . But this bird is never so much alive as in sultry , thundery weather , when it expresses great alacrity , and calls forth all its ...
الصفحة 26
... whole face of the country seemed , as it were , covered with two or three setting - nets drawn one over another . When the dogs attempted to hunt , their eyes were so blinded and hoodwinked that they could not proceed , but were obliged ...
... whole face of the country seemed , as it were , covered with two or three setting - nets drawn one over another . When the dogs attempted to hunt , their eyes were so blinded and hoodwinked that they could not proceed , but were obliged ...
الصفحة 30
... whole , in the south of England at least , is this much the rarest species . For there are few towns or large villages but what abound with house - martins ; few churches , towers , or steeples , but what are haunted by some swifts ...
... whole , in the south of England at least , is this much the rarest species . For there are few towns or large villages but what abound with house - martins ; few churches , towers , or steeples , but what are haunted by some swifts ...
الصفحة 38
... whole at one supper , and other meat suitable , if the earth had not been a bountiful mother ? But to pass by the mighty elephant , which the earth breeds and nourisheth , and descend to the least of creatures , how doth the earth ...
... whole at one supper , and other meat suitable , if the earth had not been a bountiful mother ? But to pass by the mighty elephant , which the earth breeds and nourisheth , and descend to the least of creatures , how doth the earth ...
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Adour appear Arth banks beach beautiful bells beneath Benedicite birds Bracebridge breath Cæsar church clouds colour Crito dark death deep distance E. A. FREEMAN earth Enceladus England English eyes fall feet fire flowers foam French Geysir GILBERT WHITE green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour horse Horseshoe Fall hour island king Lake land Latin ledge light look Lord LORD DUFFERIN miles morning mountains nest never night noble Normandy o'er once passed Pilgrim's Progress Pisc precipice prince rising river rock rolling round scarcely seemed seen ship shore side sight silent soul sound Spitzbergen stands stream swallow sweet thee thou towers town trees turned valley Varaville Viat village voice walls WASHINGTON IRVING waves Wetterhorn wild William wind wonderful word
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الصفحة 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
الصفحة 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
الصفحة 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
الصفحة 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
الصفحة 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
الصفحة 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
الصفحة 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
الصفحة 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 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...