The American First Class Book; Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America : and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Publick and Private SchoolsHilliard, Gray, Little and Wilkins and Richardson, Lord & Holbrook, 1831 - 480 Seiten |
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Seite 406 - 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. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all
Seite 302 - To a Waterfowl.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 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. Seek'st thou the plashy
Seite 304 - 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 gentle sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Seite 405 - Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears. And slits the thin-spun life. " But not the praise, Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil, Set oft' to the world, nor in broad rumour lies: