Reading lessons for the higher classes in classical, middle and diocesan schools1848 - 80 頁 |
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第 2 頁
... turned back , and attempted the mountain no more ; while others , having conquered this difficulty , had no spirits to ascend further , and sitting down on some fragment of the rubbish , harangued the multitude below with the greatest ...
... turned back , and attempted the mountain no more ; while others , having conquered this difficulty , had no spirits to ascend further , and sitting down on some fragment of the rubbish , harangued the multitude below with the greatest ...
第 3 頁
... turned my eye towards the multitudes who were climbing the steep ascent , and observed amongst them a youth of a lively look , a piercing eye , and something fiery and irregular in all his motions . His name was Genius . He darted like ...
... turned my eye towards the multitudes who were climbing the steep ascent , and observed amongst them a youth of a lively look , a piercing eye , and something fiery and irregular in all his motions . His name was Genius . He darted like ...
第 4 頁
... turned their faces towards the temple , and always hoped to arrive there ; but the ground seemed to slide from beneath their feet , and they found themselves at the bottom , before they suspected they had changed their place . The ...
... turned their faces towards the temple , and always hoped to arrive there ; but the ground seemed to slide from beneath their feet , and they found themselves at the bottom , before they suspected they had changed their place . The ...
第 10 頁
... turned about to address myself to him a second time , but I found that he had left me . I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating ; but instead of the rolling tide , the arched bridge , and the happy ...
... turned about to address myself to him a second time , but I found that he had left me . I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating ; but instead of the rolling tide , the arched bridge , and the happy ...
第 16 頁
... turned aside to every cascade , and pleased himself with tracing the course of a gentle river that rolled among the trees , and watered a large region with innumerable circumvolutions . In these amusements the hours passed away ...
... turned aside to every cascade , and pleased himself with tracing the course of a gentle river that rolled among the trees , and watered a large region with innumerable circumvolutions . In these amusements the hours passed away ...
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第 242 頁 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
第 242 頁 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
第 243 頁 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第 234 頁 - 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 knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
第 241 頁 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第 248 頁 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
第 236 頁 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
第 235 頁 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
第 220 頁 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
第 245 頁 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.