Reading lessons for the higher classes in classical, middle and diocesan schools1848 - 80 pages |
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... person of a very different appearance , named Application . He crept along with a slow and unremitting pace , his eyes fixed on the top of the mountain , patiently removing every stone that obstructed his way , till he saw most of those ...
... person of a very different appearance , named Application . He crept along with a slow and unremitting pace , his eyes fixed on the top of the mountain , patiently removing every stone that obstructed his way , till he saw most of those ...
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... persons , but their number was very small , that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches , but fell through one after another , being quite tired and spent with so long a walk . I passed some time in the contemplation of ...
... persons , but their number was very small , that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches , but fell through one after another , being quite tired and spent with so long a walk . I passed some time in the contemplation of ...
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... persons dressed in glorious habits , with garlands upon their heads , passing among the trees , lying down by the sides of fountains , or resting upon beds of flowers ; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds , falling waters ...
... persons dressed in glorious habits , with garlands upon their heads , passing among the trees , lying down by the sides of fountains , or resting upon beds of flowers ; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds , falling waters ...
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... persons apprehended me , and have brought me before you . " - Thou hast confessed thy crime , ” said Omar ; " the punishment of retaliation awaits thee . " — " I am ready to endure it , " replied the young man ; " but I have a young ...
... persons apprehended me , and have brought me before you . " - Thou hast confessed thy crime , ” said Omar ; " the punishment of retaliation awaits thee . " — " I am ready to endure it , " replied the young man ; " but I have a young ...
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... persons , feeling offended at the unmerited praises of which he was constantly the object , seized every opportunity of humbling him . The flatterers by whom he was surrounded led him into dissipation . He gave sumptuous dinners ...
... persons , feeling offended at the unmerited praises of which he was constantly the object , seized every opportunity of humbling him . The flatterers by whom he was surrounded led him into dissipation . He gave sumptuous dinners ...
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Reading Lessons for the Higher Classes in Classical, Middle and Diocesan Schools William Balmbro Flower No preview available - 2019 |
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Page 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Page 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Page 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Page 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Page 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.