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الصفحة 26
... hands . Gent . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour . III . Pure Tone . 1. You bells in the 26 THE SIXTH READER . Whispering; II Half-whisper, or Aspirated Tone; III Pure Tone; IV Orotund; V Aspirated Orctund.
... hands . Gent . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour . III . Pure Tone . 1. You bells in the 26 THE SIXTH READER . Whispering; II Half-whisper, or Aspirated Tone; III Pure Tone; IV Orotund; V Aspirated Orctund.
الصفحة 33
... hours together on the tranquil bosom of a summer's sea ; or to gaze upon the piles of golden clouds just peering above the horizon , fancy them some fairy realms , and people them with a creation of my òwn ; or to watch the gentle ...
... hours together on the tranquil bosom of a summer's sea ; or to gaze upon the piles of golden clouds just peering above the horizon , fancy them some fairy realms , and people them with a creation of my òwn ; or to watch the gentle ...
الصفحة 39
... hour , and silence now Is brooding , like a gentle spirit , o'er The still and pulseless world . 3 . Night , sable ... hòur , — Dolorous now , as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tower ; And it seems to say , As it dies ...
... hour , and silence now Is brooding , like a gentle spirit , o'er The still and pulseless world . 3 . Night , sable ... hòur , — Dolorous now , as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tower ; And it seems to say , As it dies ...
الصفحة 41
... hour is her last ! 7. Aspirated . Pure tone . Aspirated . Pure tone . 8. Aspirated . Pure tone . Soft . Loud . Slow and soft . Slightly aspirated . Hark ! distant vòices , that lightly Ripple the silence deep ! Nò ; the swans that ...
... hour is her last ! 7. Aspirated . Pure tone . Aspirated . Pure tone . 8. Aspirated . Pure tone . Soft . Loud . Slow and soft . Slightly aspirated . Hark ! distant vòices , that lightly Ripple the silence deep ! Nò ; the swans that ...
الصفحة 43
... hóur , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirít stole One deeper prayer , ' t was that no cloud might lower On my young fàme ... hour to Europe's fate shall set the trìumph- seal ! " N IX . IMITATIVE MODULATION . OTHING is more TRANSITION . 43.
... hóur , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirít stole One deeper prayer , ' t was that no cloud might lower On my young fàme ... hour to Europe's fate shall set the trìumph- seal ! " N IX . IMITATIVE MODULATION . OTHING is more TRANSITION . 43.
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الصفحة 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
الصفحة 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
الصفحة 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
الصفحة 358 - 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
الصفحة 341 - 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.
الصفحة 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
الصفحة 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 381 - 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 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.