The Fifth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private SchoolsBrewer and Tileston, 1863 - 364 Seiten |
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... winds which tell | of the violet's || birth , | { By the primrose stars || in the shadowy grass , || By the green leaves || opening || as I pass . || " From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain , They are sweeping on to the ...
... winds which tell | of the violet's || birth , | { By the primrose stars || in the shadowy grass , || By the green leaves || opening || as I pass . || " From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain , They are sweeping on to the ...
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... wind , Whose sword or voice has served mankind . And is he dead whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? To live in hearts we leave behind , Is not to die . " Is ' t death to fall for Freedom's right ? He's dead alone that lacks her ...
... wind , Whose sword or voice has served mankind . And is he dead whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? To live in hearts we leave behind , Is not to die . " Is ' t death to fall for Freedom's right ? He's dead alone that lacks her ...
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... winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck : The masts fly in splinters , the shrouds are on fire ! " Like mountains the billows tremendously swell : In vain the lost wretch calls on mercy to save ; Unseen hands of spirits are ringing ...
... winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck : The masts fly in splinters , the shrouds are on fire ! " Like mountains the billows tremendously swell : In vain the lost wretch calls on mercy to save ; Unseen hands of spirits are ringing ...
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... wind , and being probably too much inclined , she was thrown farther over : the water rushed into her portholes ; she filled instantly , and sunk . About three hundred persons were saved , but not less than a thousand perished . The ...
... wind , and being probably too much inclined , she was thrown farther over : the water rushed into her portholes ; she filled instantly , and sunk . About three hundred persons were saved , but not less than a thousand perished . The ...
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... wind was high , and the clouds were dark , And the boat returned no more . 8. But oft , from the Indian hunter's camp , This lover and maid so true Are seen , at the hour of midnight damp , To cross the lake by a firefly lamp , And ...
... wind was high , and the clouds were dark , And the boat returned no more . 8. But oft , from the Indian hunter's camp , This lover and maid so true Are seen , at the hour of midnight damp , To cross the lake by a firefly lamp , And ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 188 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Seite 43 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 49 - ... little did I dream, that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Seite 238 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Seite 40 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Seite 35 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Seite 318 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Seite 55 - And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine. 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.
Seite 29 - It may cost treasure, and it may cost blood ; but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see the brightness of the future, as the sun in heaven. We shall make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in our graves, our children will honor it. They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires and illuminations. On its annual return they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of...
Seite 50 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.