The Literary Reader: Typical Selections from Some of the Best British and American Authors, from Shakespeare to the Present Time, Chronologically Arranged with Biographical and Critical Sketches and Numerous Notes, Etc., Etc |
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... HILL ✓ BELLS , THE POE . WEBSTER 83 WILLIS . 188 247 BOOK OF JOB , THE . FROUDE 319 BOONDER BRET HARTE . 399 BOY AND THE OWLS , THE WORDSWORTH 57 BROOK , THE TENNYSON 238 BUGLE SONG , THE BURNING OF ROME TENNYSON 239 MERIVALE 222 ...
... HILL ✓ BELLS , THE POE . WEBSTER 83 WILLIS . 188 247 BOOK OF JOB , THE . FROUDE 319 BOONDER BRET HARTE . 399 BOY AND THE OWLS , THE WORDSWORTH 57 BROOK , THE TENNYSON 238 BUGLE SONG , THE BURNING OF ROME TENNYSON 239 MERIVALE 222 ...
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... hills whose heads touch heaven , - such was the process ; It was my hint to speak ; And of the cannibals that each other eat , The Anthropophagi , and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders . This to hear , Would Desdemona ...
... hills whose heads touch heaven , - such was the process ; It was my hint to speak ; And of the cannibals that each other eat , The Anthropophagi , and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders . This to hear , Would Desdemona ...
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... , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth Rose out of Chaos : or , if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast 10 CATHCART'S LITERARY READER .
... , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth Rose out of Chaos : or , if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast 10 CATHCART'S LITERARY READER .
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... hill or steaming lake , dusky or gray , Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold , In honor to the world's great Author rise ; Whether to deck with clouds the uncolored sky , Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers , Rising ...
... hill or steaming lake , dusky or gray , Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold , In honor to the world's great Author rise ; Whether to deck with clouds the uncolored sky , Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers , Rising ...
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... hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my song , and taught his praise . Hail , universal Lord , be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed , Disperse it , as ...
... hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my song , and taught his praise . Hail , universal Lord , be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed , Disperse it , as ...
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Page 75 - I N Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 116 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood, In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas! they all are in their graves: the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold November rain Calls not, from out the gloomy earth, the lovely ones again.
Page 65 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and...
Page 11 - And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st ; Thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dovelike satst brooding on the vast abyss, And madest it pregnant: What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 119 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 76 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Page 30 - WE were now treading that illustrious Island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity...
Page 3 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 117 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 5 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.