First Steps with American and British AuthorsAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 422 Seiten A systematic study of the texts of standard English authors is generally held to constitute an important part of the regular course in most schools of higher grade. This book aims to supply a judicious and methodical instroduction to the standard English texts. |
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... never read a line of one of his plays for himself , or had any opinion of his own about the great dramatist . In fact , by this method every requirement of the teacher could be met , and a creditable examination be passed , by a student ...
... never read a line of one of his plays for himself , or had any opinion of his own about the great dramatist . In fact , by this method every requirement of the teacher could be met , and a creditable examination be passed , by a student ...
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... never a word , Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , 50 The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands , and prayed That saved she ...
... never a word , Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , 50 The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands , and prayed That saved she ...
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... never raise the war whoop here , 35 And never twang the bow . " I love to watch her as she feeds , 22 AMERICAN AND BRITISH AUTHORS.
... never raise the war whoop here , 35 And never twang the bow . " I love to watch her as she feeds , 22 AMERICAN AND BRITISH AUTHORS.
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... never more darken my doors again . " But William answered madly , bit his lips , And broke away . The more he looked at her , The less he liked her ; and his ways were harsh ; But Dora bore them meekly . Then , before The month was out ...
... never more darken my doors again . " But William answered madly , bit his lips , And broke away . The more he looked at her , The less he liked her ; and his ways were harsh ; But Dora bore them meekly . Then , before The month was out ...
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... never see me more . ' Then answered Mary , " This shall never be , That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself : And now , I think , he shall not have the boy , For he will teach him hardness , and to slight His mother ; therefore ...
... never see me more . ' Then answered Mary , " This shall never be , That thou shouldst take my trouble on thyself : And now , I think , he shall not have the boy , For he will teach him hardness , and to slight His mother ; therefore ...
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Seite 228 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 219 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 363 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Seite 151 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 369 - In the primal sympathy Which having been, must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ! In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Seite 228 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 39 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Seite 226 - Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Seite 187 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 367 - That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...