Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Band 61867 |
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... give unto me , oh ! my father ? " eagerly cried Prince Henry . " Five thousand pounds weight of silver out of my treasury . " " But what can I do with five thousand pounds of silver , if I have neither lands nor a home ? " Here the ...
... give unto me , oh ! my father ? " eagerly cried Prince Henry . " Five thousand pounds weight of silver out of my treasury . " " But what can I do with five thousand pounds of silver , if I have neither lands nor a home ? " Here the ...
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... give a hint of Spring , And add to strength a softening grace , We'll mingle with the hardier race Flowers of the yellow aconite , For simple beauty " richly dight ; " And , better still , the Christmas rose , Which , blent with prickly ...
... give a hint of Spring , And add to strength a softening grace , We'll mingle with the hardier race Flowers of the yellow aconite , For simple beauty " richly dight ; " And , better still , the Christmas rose , Which , blent with prickly ...
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... gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear , and fresh , thy music doth surpass : Teach us , sprite ...
... gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy winged thieves . Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awakened flowers , All that ever was Joyous , and clear , and fresh , thy music doth surpass : Teach us , sprite ...
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... thou art now the darkest , Thou mother left below- Thou , the sole blind - thou markest , Content that it be so , — Until ye two give meeting Where Heaven's pearl - gate is , And he shall 12 The Mourning Mother of the Dead Blind .
... thou art now the darkest , Thou mother left below- Thou , the sole blind - thou markest , Content that it be so , — Until ye two give meeting Where Heaven's pearl - gate is , And he shall 12 The Mourning Mother of the Dead Blind .
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... give a keener edge to our hard fate By sharp upbraidings , and perpetual jars ? - Or , like a loving and a patient pair , ( Waked from a dream of grandeur , to depend Upon their daily labour for support , ) To soothe the taste of ...
... give a keener edge to our hard fate By sharp upbraidings , and perpetual jars ? - Or , like a loving and a patient pair , ( Waked from a dream of grandeur , to depend Upon their daily labour for support , ) To soothe the taste of ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adams arms ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beneath bless blood Blutwurst born brow Brown called cheek child church Covent Garden cried dark dear death deep dost dream duchy of Normandy Duke Eugenius Eurydice eyes fair Farewell father fire flowers Fred gaze hand hath head hear heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Fielding honour horse hour JOHN GAY JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY lady light lips little vulgar live look LORD AVONDALE Magyar MARTYR OF ANTIOCH morning mother never night o'er once passed Penny Readings pleasant poet rose round seemed Sir Eppo Sir Rupert smile song soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought took Trulliber Trunnion turned Twas Tyke voice vulgar boy walked wife wind words wretch Yorick young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 134 - ... 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 honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Seite 137 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Seite 159 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Seite 133 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Seite 188 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Seite 135 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Seite 138 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Seite 171 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Seite 41 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Seite 77 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...