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The boy has started from the bed Of flowers , where he had laid his head , And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels , with his forehead to the south , Lisping th ' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth ; And looking , while ...
The boy has started from the bed Of flowers , where he had laid his head , And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels , with his forehead to the south , Lisping th ' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth ; And looking , while ...
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Términos y frases comunes
America arms beauty beneath better bird blood born child clouds comes dark dead death deep earth England English entered eyes face fair fall father feel fire flowers follow give gold hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hour hundred land leave light live look Lord loud master means mind morning mountain moved Nature never night o'er ocean once pass poor rise round seemed seen sense ship shore side silent soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turned voice watch waves whole wind young
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Página 51 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Página 85 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Página 108 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Página 354 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Página 354 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 337 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 371 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Página 338 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 249 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 43 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Sixth Reader |
| Autor | Lewis Baxter Monroe |
| Editor | Cowperthwait & Company, 1872 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 21 Sep. 2006 |
| Largo | 408 páginas |
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