The Sixth Reader of the Popular SeriesJ.B. Lippincott, 1882 - 544 strán (strany) |
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Strana 203 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to raise, And his last - faltering accents
Strana 257 - 1. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite,—a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strana 19 - yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. "The next, with dirges due, in sad array. Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone, beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 190 - short and simple annals of the poor. 9. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth, e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 10. Nor you, ye proud, impute to those the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies
Strana 57 - and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up : in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Strana 307 - nor those other words of delusion and folly, Liberty first, and Union afterward: but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to
Strana 37 - And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept; and as he went, thus he said : O my son Absalom'! my son', my son Absalom'! Would God' I had died for thee', O Absalom', my son', my son'!
Strana 205 - frowned; Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. 3. The village all declared how much he knew ; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage; And e'en the story ran that he could
Strana 101 - Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Oh, now you weep! and I perceive you feel The dint of pity;—these are gracious drops. Kind souls! what, weep you when you but behold Our