Poetical reader suitable for the fourth standard of elementary schools, selected and arranged with explanatory notes by J. BoothJames Booth (head master of the Caledonian schools, Liverpool) 1881 |
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... give as much variety as possible . 6 Several pieces have been included which teachers who take Literature as a specific subject ' will find suitable . LIVERPOOL , 1881 . J. B. CONTENTS . PAGE TO BRITAIN YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND Jas.
... give as much variety as possible . 6 Several pieces have been included which teachers who take Literature as a specific subject ' will find suitable . LIVERPOOL , 1881 . J. B. CONTENTS . PAGE TO BRITAIN YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND Jas.
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... give of thy bread , With shelter and pillow to comfort his head ; His lot and thine own may be one ere he dieth , Or neighbour to thine the low grave where he lieth ! 1 The widows of Asshur , the wives of the Assyrian soldiers . 2 Baal ...
... give of thy bread , With shelter and pillow to comfort his head ; His lot and thine own may be one ere he dieth , Or neighbour to thine the low grave where he lieth ! 1 The widows of Asshur , the wives of the Assyrian soldiers . 2 Baal ...
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... , while to Him who gives all things thou prayest- The weak or the lost , ' neath the load of his sorrow-- And thine own cup of joy shall o'erflow ere the morrow ! THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . ( WOLFE . 32 THE POETICAL READER .
... , while to Him who gives all things thou prayest- The weak or the lost , ' neath the load of his sorrow-- And thine own cup of joy shall o'erflow ere the morrow ! THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . ( WOLFE . 32 THE POETICAL READER .
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... give him to his country , And we give our prayers to Thee . ' The violets star the meadows , The rose - buds fringe the door , And over the grassy orchard The pink - white blossoms pour ; But the grandsire's chair is empty , The cottage ...
... give him to his country , And we give our prayers to Thee . ' The violets star the meadows , The rose - buds fringe the door , And over the grassy orchard The pink - white blossoms pour ; But the grandsire's chair is empty , The cottage ...
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... give England's crown , my sire , To hear thee bless thy son . ' Speak to me ! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me , but hear me ! -father , chief , My king ! I must be heard ! Hushed , hushed - how is it that I call ...
... give England's crown , my sire , To hear thee bless thy son . ' Speak to me ! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me , but hear me ! -father , chief , My king ! I must be heard ! Hushed , hushed - how is it that I call ...
Términos y frases comunes
Absalom ancient Assyria battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beautiful beneath blaze blood blow born bosom brave breast breath bright brother brow Brutus burning Cæsar Cassius cold cried dark dead death deep died doth drum earth England ever-never eyes face fair farewell father fire flame fleet gallant grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill honourable Horatius JAMES MERRICK John Milton king land Lars Porsena light Lochinvar look Lord Lord Byron loud morn mourn N. P. WILLIS Netherby never night o'er once pale poems poet pray pride proud quoth Rebecs roar rolling Romans Rome round sail SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ships silent Skiddaw sleep smile snow Somebody's soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake spear steed stood storm Sudorifics sweet tear tell thee thine thought thunderstrike Twas voice waves weep wild winds young Lochinvar
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Página 31 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Página 182 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Página 175 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 53 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 125 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 118 - 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.
Página 158 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 211 - 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! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 96 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Página 106 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!