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... hears music in common sounds , and sees loveliness by the wayside . There is not a change in the sky , nor a noise of the water , nor a sweet human voice , which does not bring him pleasure . He sees all the light and hears all the ...
... hears music in common sounds , and sees loveliness by the wayside . There is not a change in the sky , nor a noise of the water , nor a sweet human voice , which does not bring him pleasure . He sees all the light and hears all the ...
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... hear her shell , Thronged around her magic cell ; Exulting - trembling - raging - fainting , — Possessed beyond the muse's painting : By turns , they felt the glowing mind Disturbed , delighted , raised , refined ; Till once , ' tis ...
... hear her shell , Thronged around her magic cell ; Exulting - trembling - raging - fainting , — Possessed beyond the muse's painting : By turns , they felt the glowing mind Disturbed , delighted , raised , refined ; Till once , ' tis ...
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... hear , And Sport leaped up , and seized his beechen spear . Last came Joy's ecstatic trial : - He , with viny crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand addressed ; But soon he saw the brisk , awakening viol , Whose sweet ...
... hear , And Sport leaped up , and seized his beechen spear . Last came Joy's ecstatic trial : - He , with viny crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand addressed ; But soon he saw the brisk , awakening viol , Whose sweet ...
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... distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . As chief , who hears his warder call , " To arms ! the foeman storm the wall , ” The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery 24 YOUNG LADY'S READER . The Chase, Scott,
... distance borne , Were heard the clanging hoof and horn . As chief , who hears his warder call , " To arms ! the foeman storm the wall , ” The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery 24 YOUNG LADY'S READER . The Chase, Scott,
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... hear , A mortal arrow pierced his frame : He fell , -but felt no fear . Tranquil amidst alarms , It found him in the field , A veteran slumbering on his arms , Beneath his red 36 YOUNG LADY'S READER . Religion, Erskine, The Christian ...
... hear , A mortal arrow pierced his frame : He fell , -but felt no fear . Tranquil amidst alarms , It found him in the field , A veteran slumbering on his arms , Beneath his red 36 YOUNG LADY'S READER . Religion, Erskine, The Christian ...
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The Young Lady's Reader: Arranged for Examples in Rhetoric, for the Higher ... Mrs. L. C. Tuthill No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 51 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Page 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Page 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 114 - 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!
Page 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.