Text Book of Analysis and Composition

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Seite 7 - In a thin silken cassock coloured green, That was unlined all, to be more light ; And on his head a garland well beseen...
Seite 53 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Seite 76 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Seite 75 - From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First, FEAR, his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid : And back recoiled, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made.
Seite 67 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Seite 36 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Seite 12 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Seite 67 - And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye j My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant. To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wandering steps he leads Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Seite 36 - Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Seite 52 - Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are, — the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities ; but I have That...

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