Repetition and reading book, selections by C. BiltonCharles Bilton 1866 |
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... beneath the sun : A lizard's body lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its tooth , with triple claw disjoin'd , And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue ! Who ever saw so fine a blue ...
... beneath the sun : A lizard's body lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its tooth , with triple claw disjoin'd , And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue ! Who ever saw so fine a blue ...
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... beneath me gleamed misty and wide ; All was still , save , by fits , when the eagle was yelling , And starting around me the echoes replied . On the right , Striden - edge round the Red - tarn was bending , And Catchedicam its left ...
... beneath me gleamed misty and wide ; All was still , save , by fits , when the eagle was yelling , And starting around me the echoes replied . On the right , Striden - edge round the Red - tarn was bending , And Catchedicam its left ...
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... Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute- Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea , to celestial choirs , Grace Darling's name ...
... Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute- Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea , to celestial choirs , Grace Darling's name ...
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... surf On the rocks and the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck . She struck where the white and fleecy waves Look soft.
... surf On the rocks and the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck . She struck where the white and fleecy waves Look soft.
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... Beneath the palm - trees on the plain Once more a king he strode ; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road . He saw once more his dark - eyed queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his ...
... Beneath the palm - trees on the plain Once more a king he strode ; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road . He saw once more his dark - eyed queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his ...
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arms Arth beauty bells beneath blood bosom breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius CATARACT OF LODORE child children of Prometheus clouds dark dead death deep delight Dora earth England Epimetheus eyes face father fear feel fire flowers glory GODFREY OF BOUILLON grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hills honour Julius Cæsar king Kingsley land leap lichen light look Lord Macb mind moon morning mountain nature never night noble o'er Pecksniff plain rise roaring rocks rose round rushing scene seemed seen Shakspeare ship shore smile soft sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Tim Herlihy trees voice Walter Savage Landor Washington Irving water-babies waves wild wind wonder words Yoho youth
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الصفحة 83 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
الصفحة 107 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
الصفحة 99 - 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. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
الصفحة 45 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 68 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
الصفحة 89 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
الصفحة 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher, too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran — that he could gauge.
الصفحة 81 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
الصفحة 120 - 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...
الصفحة 118 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.