Blackie's graded readers, ed. by M. Paterson, Part 8Maurice Paterson 1880 |
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... 3. And hark ! the Nightingale begins its song ,. You see the glimmer of the stream beneath , But hear no murmuring : it flows silently O'er its soft bed of verdure . Bread - fruit Tree of Otaheite . 26 SIXTH READER . S T Coleridge,
... 3. And hark ! the Nightingale begins its song ,. You see the glimmer of the stream beneath , But hear no murmuring : it flows silently O'er its soft bed of verdure . Bread - fruit Tree of Otaheite . 26 SIXTH READER . S T Coleridge,
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... stream , that must for ever hide me . Cardinal Wolsey . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we ...
... stream , that must for ever hide me . Cardinal Wolsey . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we ...
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... streams of mourning , plaint and woe . ODE AT CLOSE OF FOURTH ACT . 9. When greedy lust in royal seat to reign , Hath reft all care of gods and eke of men , And cruel Heart , Wrath , Treason and Disdain Within the ambitious breast are ...
... streams of mourning , plaint and woe . ODE AT CLOSE OF FOURTH ACT . 9. When greedy lust in royal seat to reign , Hath reft all care of gods and eke of men , And cruel Heart , Wrath , Treason and Disdain Within the ambitious breast are ...
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... any one may see in the common water crowfoot whose delicate white flowers are so conspicuous on the surface of many of our ponds and streams . 4. If we transport ourselves to the banks of the 74 SIXTH READER . Leaves, Compiled,
... any one may see in the common water crowfoot whose delicate white flowers are so conspicuous on the surface of many of our ponds and streams . 4. If we transport ourselves to the banks of the 74 SIXTH READER . Leaves, Compiled,
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... streams gush clear . 2. The fox his hill - side cell forsakes , The musk - rat leaves his nook , The blue - bird in the meadow - brakes Is singing with the brook . " Bear up , O mother Nature ! " cry Bird , breeze , and streamlet free ...
... streams gush clear . 2. The fox his hill - side cell forsakes , The musk - rat leaves his nook , The blue - bird in the meadow - brakes Is singing with the brook . " Bear up , O mother Nature ! " cry Bird , breeze , and streamlet free ...
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Page 298 - In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 180 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 181 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; JULIUS CAESAR—43 44—JULIUS CAESAR And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 12 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,) Like to a tenement, or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds ; That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself...
Page 284 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 12 - Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
Page 213 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 50 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Page 283 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Page 56 - Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.