Poetical reader suitable for the fourth standard of elementary schools, selected and arranged with explanatory notes by J. BoothJames Booth (head master of the Caledonian schools, Liverpool) 1881 |
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الصفحة 32
... lives but to mourn ; Be kind to the outcast who seeks to return ; Be kind to the hardened who never hath prayed ; Be kind to the timid who still is afraid ! The injured , who down by oppression is borne ; The slighted who withers ; the ...
... lives but to mourn ; Be kind to the outcast who seeks to return ; Be kind to the hardened who never hath prayed ; Be kind to the timid who still is afraid ! The injured , who down by oppression is borne ; The slighted who withers ; the ...
الصفحة 43
... live a day and know that we should meet no more . They tempted me , my beautiful ! for hunger's power is strong- They tempted me , my beautiful ! but I have loved too long . Who said that I had given thee up ? Who said that thou wert ...
... live a day and know that we should meet no more . They tempted me , my beautiful ! for hunger's power is strong- They tempted me , my beautiful ! but I have loved too long . Who said that I had given thee up ? Who said that thou wert ...
الصفحة 44
... live ! -with her to die ! ' He said ; and on the rampart - heights arrayed His trusty warriors - few , but undismayed ; Firm - paced , and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but dreadful as the storm ; Low ...
... live ! -with her to die ! ' He said ; and on the rampart - heights arrayed His trusty warriors - few , but undismayed ; Firm - paced , and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but dreadful as the storm ; Low ...
الصفحة 63
... live In such an angry sea ! ' ' O father ! I see a gleaming light ; say what may it be ? ' But the father answered never a word- A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies ...
... live In such an angry sea ! ' ' O father ! I see a gleaming light ; say what may it be ? ' But the father answered never a word- A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies ...
الصفحة 97
... you must be told . My bull - a creature tame till now- My bull has gored your worship's cow . ' Tis known what shifts I make to live : Perhaps your honour may forgive . ' G ' Forgive ! ' the Squire replied , and swore THE CASE ALTERED . 97.
... you must be told . My bull - a creature tame till now- My bull has gored your worship's cow . ' Tis known what shifts I make to live : Perhaps your honour may forgive . ' G ' Forgive ! ' the Squire replied , and swore THE CASE ALTERED . 97.
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Absalom ancient Assyria battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beautiful beneath blaze blood blow born bosom brave breast breath bright brother brow Brutus burning Cæsar Cassius cold cried dark dead death deep died doth drum earth England ever-never eyes face fair farewell father fire flame fleet gallant grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill honourable Horatius JAMES MERRICK John Milton king land Lars Porsena light Lochinvar look Lord Lord Byron loud morn mourn N. P. WILLIS Netherby never night o'er once pale poems poet pray pride proud quoth Rebecs roar rolling Romans Rome round sail SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ships silent Skiddaw sleep smile snow Somebody's soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake spear steed stood storm Sudorifics sweet tear tell thee thine thought thunderstrike Twas voice waves weep wild winds young Lochinvar
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الصفحة 31 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
الصفحة 182 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 175 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
الصفحة 53 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
الصفحة 125 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 118 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
الصفحة 158 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
الصفحة 211 - Form! 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 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
الصفحة 96 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
الصفحة 106 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!