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... Rock The Mountain and the Squirrel Violets Bishop Hatto Casabianca The Loss of the Royal George To a Bee To the Rain in Summer The Grass Beth Gelert • The Miller of the Dee The Lady - Bird in the House The Camel Young Lochinvar . · The ...
... Rock The Mountain and the Squirrel Violets Bishop Hatto Casabianca The Loss of the Royal George To a Bee To the Rain in Summer The Grass Beth Gelert • The Miller of the Dee The Lady - Bird in the House The Camel Young Lochinvar . · The ...
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... rock , - It is the last of all my flock . And the might of the Gentile , unsmote by the sword , Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! Here shall he see No enemie But winter and rough weather . A country life is sweet . He ...
... rock , - It is the last of all my flock . And the might of the Gentile , unsmote by the sword , Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! Here shall he see No enemie But winter and rough weather . A country life is sweet . He ...
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... rock . 22. His sword was in its sheath . in upon in 23. This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have have no peers 24. A woman on the road I met . 25. And , thus continuing , she said I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the ...
... rock . 22. His sword was in its sheath . in upon in 23. This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have have no peers 24. A woman on the road I met . 25. And , thus continuing , she said I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the ...
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... rock that , high and sheer , Rose from the mountain's breast , A weary hunter of the deer Had sat him down to rest . to were upon from of 42. I took the dead man by the hand , And called upon his name . by upon CHAPTER V. ON THE ...
... rock that , high and sheer , Rose from the mountain's breast , A weary hunter of the deer Had sat him down to rest . to were upon from of 42. I took the dead man by the hand , And called upon his name . by upon CHAPTER V. ON THE ...
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... rock - bound coast , And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed . And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore . AFFIRMATIVE ...
... rock - bound coast , And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed . And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore . AFFIRMATIVE ...
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Common terms and phrases
abbot AFFIRMATIVE STATEMENTS art thou Avoid the verse-accent BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF MORGARTEN beautiful bird Bishop brave breath Cæsar CAUTIONS child CONSONANTS creeping everywhere cried dark dead death den Bosch doth emphasis emphatic word eyes fairy flax father feeling flowers Gelert hand happy hast hasten hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Inchcape Inchcape Rock inflection king land Lars Porsena light listener Lochinvar look Lord MARY HOWITT MATTHEW ARNOLD MEANINGS morning mountain Netherby never night o'er ORAL GYMNASTICS poem poor pupil question rain reader rising river Dee rock round sail sense sense-accent sentence shore simile sing sleep slight pause slow slowly smile snow sorrow sound speak stood story sweet tell thee thine thou art tone verse voice waves weep wild wind young
Popular passages
Page 194 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Page 107 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 229 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 52 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 230 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Page 229 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 227 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; 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...
Page 230 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 231 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Page 229 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?