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203 Men of England . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Campbell 204 Poetry . . . . . . . . . " 204
Ancient Jerusalem . . . . . . . . . Dr . Cunningham Geikie 205 Mahomet . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . There ' s a Good Time Coming 209 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mackay 212 The ...
203 Men of England . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Campbell 204 Poetry . . . . . . . . . " 204
Ancient Jerusalem . . . . . . . . . Dr . Cunningham Geikie 205 Mahomet . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . There ' s a Good Time Coming 209 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mackay 212 The ...
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Post , The , arrives in the Village . . . . . . England before the Time of Alfred . . . My
Native Land . . . . . . . . . . . . Dervish Feast at Algiers . . . . . . Sir Roger De Coverley
at Westminster Abbey The Mother and her Sleeping Infant . . . . . . Cowper 309 .
Post , The , arrives in the Village . . . . . . England before the Time of Alfred . . . My
Native Land . . . . . . . . . . . . Dervish Feast at Algiers . . . . . . Sir Roger De Coverley
at Westminster Abbey The Mother and her Sleeping Infant . . . . . . Cowper 309 .
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To take the case of England ; there was in the middle ages, •when society was
struggling out of barbarism, a taste for the combats of the tournament, but they
were at the most only competitions of knightly skill for the prizes of love or honour,
...
To take the case of England ; there was in the middle ages, •when society was
struggling out of barbarism, a taste for the combats of the tournament, but they
were at the most only competitions of knightly skill for the prizes of love or honour,
...
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Of far deeper, of far more awful significance, is what drinking costs in disease,
what it costs in crime, what it costs in misery, what it costs to the glory of England
now, and the hopes of English generations for years to come. I should have no
time ...
Of far deeper, of far more awful significance, is what drinking costs in disease,
what it costs in crime, what it costs in misery, what it costs to the glory of England
now, and the hopes of English generations for years to come. I should have no
time ...
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... arrested for drunkenness in Westminster alone. In every province, in every
county, in every great city of the United Kingdom, it has been stated from the seat
of justice again and again that but for drunkenness there would not be in England
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... arrested for drunkenness in Westminster alone. In every province, in every
county, in every great city of the United Kingdom, it has been stated from the seat
of justice again and again that but for drunkenness there would not be in England
...
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Página 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 16 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Página 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Página 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Página 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
Página 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
Página 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...
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| Título | First (-Sixth) illustrated reader Elem. sch. series |
| Autor | Illustrated reader |
| Publicado | 1874 |
| Original de | Oxford University |
| Digitalizado | 29 jun. 2007 |
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