The Royal Readers: Special Canadian Series ..., Book 5T. Nelson and Sons, J. Campbell and Son, 1883 |
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... of brilliant verbal criticism extinguishing literary taste . Literary analysis has now passed into the hands of writers who by their own achievements have fairly won the right to M 8815 review the work of others . When , for example.
... of brilliant verbal criticism extinguishing literary taste . Literary analysis has now passed into the hands of writers who by their own achievements have fairly won the right to M 8815 review the work of others . When , for example.
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... hand of another and a mightier race had been there at work , which would change the whole face of their language , their manners , their church , and their commonwealth . And yet more : the abbey itself was , as it were , a new centre ...
... hand of another and a mightier race had been there at work , which would change the whole face of their language , their manners , their church , and their commonwealth . And yet more : the abbey itself was , as it were , a new centre ...
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... , I think you ought to know better . See ! I hold out both hands , and all my fingers will not count the number of lives I have saved on this river . 40 FIFTH BOOK OF READING LESSONS . The Descent of the Congo (Livingstone) River,
... , I think you ought to know better . See ! I hold out both hands , and all my fingers will not count the number of lives I have saved on this river . 40 FIFTH BOOK OF READING LESSONS . The Descent of the Congo (Livingstone) River,
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... hands . Then comes a mightier silence , stern and strong , As of a world left empty of its throng , And the void weighs on us ; and then we wake , And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along ' Twixt villages , and think how we shall take ...
... hands . Then comes a mightier silence , stern and strong , As of a world left empty of its throng , And the void weighs on us ; and then we wake , And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along ' Twixt villages , and think how we shall take ...
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... hands of murdered Cicero Above his seat high in the Forum hung , Drew jeers and burning tears ; when on the rung Of a ... hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : " My name is Ozymandias ...
... hands of murdered Cicero Above his seat high in the Forum hung , Drew jeers and burning tears ; when on the rung Of a ... hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : " My name is Ozymandias ...
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Page 183 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Page 198 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 148 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 321 - CHILLON. ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 38 - Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 464 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Page 354 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 152 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 466 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 158 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So, calm are we when passions are no more! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.