The Normal Course in Reading: Fifth Reader : Advanced Readings in Literature : Scientific, Geographical, Historical, Patriotic and Miscellaneous, with Analyses of AuthorsSilver, Burdett, 1892 - 511 من الصفحات |
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ANTHONY TROLLOPE Antonio Bassanio beautiful bees birds black crows blossom bobolink bosom breath bright brooks BRYANT cage called cañon cataract cells child cliff clouds dark deep earth eyes fall father flowers forest fringed gentian grave green Guthrum hand hath hear heart heaven hive hundred feet Iago JOSEPH ADDISON King lake land leaves light lived Longfellow look ment mighty miles mother mountain nature never night o'er ocean OLIVER GOLDSMITH poems poet Portia rain rest ring river rocks rolled round shore Shylock side sing sleep Smith Strait snow soft song soul spider stream summer sweet Swipes thee things THOMAS STARR KING thou thought thousand thread tree violin voice WASHINGTON IRVING watch waters waves WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings word young
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الصفحة 219 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
الصفحة 71 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 166 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
الصفحة 250 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend.
الصفحة 129 - And what have we to oppose to them ? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable ; but it has been all in vain.
الصفحة 249 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
الصفحة 250 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved?
الصفحة 416 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
الصفحة 395 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me, About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug : For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe...
الصفحة 107 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.