The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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第 6 到 10 筆結果,共 38 筆
第 17 頁
... o'er the upland leas , The blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale , And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark Warbles his heaven - tuned song ; the lulling brook Murmurs more gently down the deep - worn glen ; 1 " And God saw ...
... o'er the upland leas , The blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale , And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark Warbles his heaven - tuned song ; the lulling brook Murmurs more gently down the deep - worn glen ; 1 " And God saw ...
第 18 頁
... o'er yon village broods ! The dizzy mill - wheel rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare Stops and looks back , and stops , and looks on man , Her deadliest foe ...
... o'er yon village broods ! The dizzy mill - wheel rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare Stops and looks back , and stops , and looks on man , Her deadliest foe ...
第 22 頁
... o'er the world abroad , Who chose the separate path of piety , And so " God took him , " for he did not die ! 1 O ! incident of wondrous beauty , trod On though it may be , like the unprized clod By man's coarse foot , yet to the ...
... o'er the world abroad , Who chose the separate path of piety , And so " God took him , " for he did not die ! 1 O ! incident of wondrous beauty , trod On though it may be , like the unprized clod By man's coarse foot , yet to the ...
第 24 頁
... O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he meet the dreadful day ? When ...
... O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he meet the dreadful day ? When ...
第 28 頁
... o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed ...
... o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed ...
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第 100 頁 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
第 24 頁 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
第 81 頁 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
第 67 頁 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
第 118 頁 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
第 34 頁 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
第 35 頁 - 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...
第 89 頁 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
第 68 頁 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
第 101 頁 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...