Little Classics, Volume 14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... tree calf , $ 40.50 . " No more delightful reading can be conceived than the polished and attractive papers that are selected for this series : " - Boston Gazette . " Too much praise cannot be accorded the projectors of this work . It ...
... tree calf , $ 40.50 . " No more delightful reading can be conceived than the polished and attractive papers that are selected for this series : " - Boston Gazette . " Too much praise cannot be accorded the projectors of this work . It ...
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... tree , Summer isles of Eden lying in dark - purple spheres of sea . There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind , In the steamship , in the railway , in the thoughts that shake mankind . There the passions cramped ...
... tree , Summer isles of Eden lying in dark - purple spheres of sea . There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind , In the steamship , in the railway , in the thoughts that shake mankind . There the passions cramped ...
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... tree fall . Comes a vapor from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all the blast before it , in its breast a thunder- bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind ...
... tree fall . Comes a vapor from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all the blast before it , in its breast a thunder- bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind ...
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... tree . From the warm upland comes a gust made fragrant with the brown hay there . The meek cows , with their white horns thrust above the hedge , stand still and stare . The steaming horses from the wains droop o'er the tank their ...
... tree . From the warm upland comes a gust made fragrant with the brown hay there . The meek cows , with their white horns thrust above the hedge , stand still and stare . The steaming horses from the wains droop o'er the tank their ...
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... tree in this old garden where we sit , But that some fragrant memory is closed and folded up in it . To - night the dog - rose smells as wild , as fresh , as when I was a child . ' Tis eight years since ( do you forget ? GOOD - NIGHT IN ...
... tree in this old garden where we sit , But that some fragrant memory is closed and folded up in it . To - night the dog - rose smells as wild , as fresh , as when I was a child . ' Tis eight years since ( do you forget ? GOOD - NIGHT IN ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON blow bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee boys brave breast breath bright cowslips crown Cusha dark dead dear death doth dream earth eyes fall feel fill flower Fontenoy forever Freedom's ahead galloped gang free glory glow golden hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JEAN INGELOW JOHN MILTON kiss land let us gang life's light lips live Lochiel Locksley Hall long thoughts look Lord Lycidas morn mourn Neath nebber never night o'er open the Westport pain pale flower passion primroses rise ROBERT BUCHANAN round saddle your horses shadow shadows rise shining shore sigh silent sing smile song soul sound spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts of youth toil uppe voice wander wave weep Westport and let wheel wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind wind's youth are long
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Page 15 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 60 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 122 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Page 69 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 97 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 61 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Page 224 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Page 98 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 128 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Page 113 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!