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第24页
... grow . Along life's road no parent's hand My homeless footsteps led : No mother's arm in sickness soothed , And raised my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warm'd With tenderness benign ; And in the stranger's eye I ...
... grow . Along life's road no parent's hand My homeless footsteps led : No mother's arm in sickness soothed , And raised my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warm'd With tenderness benign ; And in the stranger's eye I ...
第39页
... grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ! — Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest . How shall I find who loves me best ? My mother loves me , -but she may die ; My white dove loves me , -but that may fly ; My father ...
... grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ! — Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest . How shall I find who loves me best ? My mother loves me , -but she may die ; My white dove loves me , -but that may fly ; My father ...
第47页
... growing light of a morning bright , — The dawn of the summer blue . The work was ended ; -the trees were stripp'd ; The children were tired of play ; - And they forgot— ( but the squirrel did not ) —— The wrong they had done that day ...
... growing light of a morning bright , — The dawn of the summer blue . The work was ended ; -the trees were stripp'd ; The children were tired of play ; - And they forgot— ( but the squirrel did not ) —— The wrong they had done that day ...
第64页
... grows dim and strange to all . Time speeds away — away — away ! Like torrent in a stormy day , He undermines the stately tower , Uproots the tree , and snaps the flower , And sweeps from our distracted breast The friends that loved ...
... grows dim and strange to all . Time speeds away — away — away ! Like torrent in a stormy day , He undermines the stately tower , Uproots the tree , and snaps the flower , And sweeps from our distracted breast The friends that loved ...
第66页
... grow , And mules plod surely on and slow . Steering thus for many a day Far to South our course away , From Gibraltar's rocky steep Dashing o'er the foaming deep , On sultry Afric's fruitful shore We'd rest at length , our journey o'er ...
... grow , And mules plod surely on and slow . Steering thus for many a day Far to South our course away , From Gibraltar's rocky steep Dashing o'er the foaming deep , On sultry Afric's fruitful shore We'd rest at length , our journey o'er ...
常见术语和短语
acorn ALBERT BARNES ALEXANDER SELKIRK beauty bird bloom breast breeze bright broken heart brother brow Clerkenwell cried dank and lone dark death dost dwell earth Edition ELIZA COOK Engravings extra cloth gilt FANNY FERN father William Fcap flowers gentle gilt edges glad gone-sold and gone grave green happy hath hear heaven HENRY VENN hills and waters holy Humming-bird JESUS JOHN TODD lady leaf LEGH RICHMOND light Little by little live Look aloft look'd LOVES ME BEST morning mother MUNGO PARK N. P. WILLIS nest never night o'er pearls petrel play prayer rice-swamp dank round Royal 32mo SEBA SMITH sigh Simoom sings sleep smile song sorrow soul stolen daughters STORIES Super-royal 32mo sweet T. S. ARTHUR tear thee thine thought tree Virginia's hills voice wave weep wild wind wing young youth
热门引用章节
第55页 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
第56页 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
第72页 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
第121页 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第73页 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
第78页 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. 74 75 "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.
第73页 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
第110页 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
第84页 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee.
第111页 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.