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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... morn , on the wings of prayer . Somebody wept when he marched away , Looking so handsome , brave , and grand ; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay ; Somebody clung to his parting hand . Somebody's watching and waiting for him , Yearning ...
... morn , on the wings of prayer . Somebody wept when he marched away , Looking so handsome , brave , and grand ; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay ; Somebody clung to his parting hand . Somebody's watching and waiting for him , Yearning ...
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... morn by the chime ; As they drifted on their path , There was silence deep as death h ; And the boldest held his breath For a time . But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the ...
... morn by the chime ; As they drifted on their path , There was silence deep as death h ; And the boldest held his breath For a time . But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the ...
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... morning , behold they were all dead corpses ' ( Isaiah xxvii . 36 , and 2 Kings xix . 35 ) . 2 Cohorts , bodies of foot soldiers . And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill 30 THE POETICAL READER . THE DESTRUCTION OF ...
... morning , behold they were all dead corpses ' ( Isaiah xxvii . 36 , and 2 Kings xix . 35 ) . 2 Cohorts , bodies of foot soldiers . And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill 30 THE POETICAL READER . THE DESTRUCTION OF ...
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... morning sun shall dawn again , but never more with thee Shall I gallop through the desert paths , where we were wont to be : Evening shall darken on the earth ; and o'er the sandy plain Some other steed , with slower step , shall bear ...
... morning sun shall dawn again , but never more with thee Shall I gallop through the desert paths , where we were wont to be : Evening shall darken on the earth ; and o'er the sandy plain Some other steed , with slower step , shall bear ...
الصفحة 43
... , the remainder was appropriated , and Poland ceased to be an independent state . 3 Pandoors , Austrian foot - soldiers . Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn ; THE ARAB TO HIS STEED . 43 THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND.
... , the remainder was appropriated , and Poland ceased to be an independent state . 3 Pandoors , Austrian foot - soldiers . Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn ; THE ARAB TO HIS STEED . 43 THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND.
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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!