The Metropolitan Fifth Reader: Compiled for the Use of Colleges, Academies, and the Higher Classes of Select and Parish SchoolsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1871 - 450 من الصفحات |
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... Dying Girl The Sister of Charity . The Ministry of Angels .. Melrose Abbey Horatius . The Crusaders Mary Magdalen Martyrdom of St. Agnes .... Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots An Hour at the Old Play - ground Stella Matutina , ora pro ...
... Dying Girl The Sister of Charity . The Ministry of Angels .. Melrose Abbey Horatius . The Crusaders Mary Magdalen Martyrdom of St. Agnes .... Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots An Hour at the Old Play - ground Stella Matutina , ora pro ...
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... dying ! Cease , fond nature , cease thy strife , And let me languish into life . " Hark ! they whisper ; angels say , ' Sister spirit , come away . ' What is this absorbs me quite , Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit ...
... dying ! Cease , fond nature , cease thy strife , And let me languish into life . " Hark ! they whisper ; angels say , ' Sister spirit , come away . ' What is this absorbs me quite , Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit ...
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... died . " If this measure leave him in doubt , if he then do not see how the monotone may be employed with effect , further efforts will be of no avail . He may be considered as belonging to hat " kind of -- as it were " class of ...
... died . " If this measure leave him in doubt , if he then do not see how the monotone may be employed with effect , further efforts will be of no avail . He may be considered as belonging to hat " kind of -- as it were " class of ...
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... dying fall , That Betty rather sees than hears the call ; The motion of her lips , and meaning eye , Piece out the idea her faint words deny . Oh , listen with attention most profound ! Her voice is but the shadow of a sound . And help ...
... dying fall , That Betty rather sees than hears the call ; The motion of her lips , and meaning eye , Piece out the idea her faint words deny . Oh , listen with attention most profound ! Her voice is but the shadow of a sound . And help ...
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... dying of hunger and cold , mother , Dying of hunger and cold , And half the agony of such a death My lips have never told . THE LEAVES . THE leaves are dropping , dropping , And I watch them as they go ; Now whirling , floating ...
... dying of hunger and cold , mother , Dying of hunger and cold , And half the agony of such a death My lips have never told . THE LEAVES . THE leaves are dropping , dropping , And I watch them as they go ; Now whirling , floating ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
1st voice Agnes angels beautiful behold Bishop Blackwood's Magazine blessed blood born bosom breath bright Cæsar caliph Catholic charity child Christian Church Coriolanus dark dear death Decius divine dream earth Edmund Burke ELIZA COOK England eternal eyes faith father feel flowers friends GERALD GRIFFIN Gil Blas give glory Gout grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart heaven holy honor hope hour human Ireland Irish Jesuits king land lictor light living look Lord martyrs Mary mind morning mother mountain nature never night o'er passed poet poor prayer priest Queen religion rising Rome scene Scotland semitone sentiment smile solemn sorrow soul Spain speak spirit suffer sweet tears Teutonic Knights thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tion truth utterance Veturia virtue Volsci wonder words writings young youth
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الصفحة 43 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in...
الصفحة 43 - 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' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 60 - For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court ; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp...
الصفحة 61 - O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount...
الصفحة 229 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
الصفحة 446 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ! Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
الصفحة 60 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
الصفحة 55 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
الصفحة 399 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 339 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.