Letture inglesi: coordinate al programma governativo dei licei e corredate di note dichiarative del testo ...F. Vallardi, 1925 |
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... eyes open , but I saw my Poll sitting on the top of the hedge ; and immediately knew that it was he that spoke to me ; for just in such bemoaning language I had used to talk to him , and teach him ; and he had learned it so per- fectly ...
... eyes open , but I saw my Poll sitting on the top of the hedge ; and immediately knew that it was he that spoke to me ; for just in such bemoaning language I had used to talk to him , and teach him ; and he had learned it so per- fectly ...
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... eyes or glasses could reach every way . As long as I kept my daily tour to the hill to look out , so long also I kept up the vigour of my design , and my spirits seemed to be all the while in a suitable form for so outrage- ous an ...
... eyes or glasses could reach every way . As long as I kept my daily tour to the hill to look out , so long also I kept up the vigour of my design , and my spirits seemed to be all the while in a suitable form for so outrage- ous an ...
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... eyes . He listened with great attention , and received with pleasure the notion of Jesus Christ being sent to redeem us , and of the manner of making our prayers to God , and his being able to hear us , even into heaven . He told me one ...
... eyes . He listened with great attention , and received with pleasure the notion of Jesus Christ being sent to redeem us , and of the manner of making our prayers to God , and his being able to hear us , even into heaven . He told me one ...
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... eyes . Oh , the weight of human care ! I , a poor beggar- -boy could not sleep so soon as I had but a little money to keep , who before that could have slept upon a heap of brickbats , or stones , or cinders , or anywhere , as sound as ...
... eyes . Oh , the weight of human care ! I , a poor beggar- -boy could not sleep so soon as I had but a little money to keep , who before that could have slept upon a heap of brickbats , or stones , or cinders , or anywhere , as sound as ...
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... eyes , and knowing nothing of the dangers which surround him . Let no man despise the secret hints and notices of danger , which sometimes are given him when he may think there is no possibility of its being real . That such hints and ...
... eyes , and knowing nothing of the dangers which surround him . Let no man despise the secret hints and notices of danger , which sometimes are given him when he may think there is no possibility of its being real . That such hints and ...
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Página 384 - Stern lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 380 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 446 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 382 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! O duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 435 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 322 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share.
Página 324 - 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. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 110 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it.
Página 357 - The same whom in my schoolboy days 1 listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love — Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 442 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.