The Globe readers (ed. by A.F. Murison). Primer 1,2; Book 1-6, Bok 6Alexander Falconer Murison 1882 |
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Side 10
... souls , endured misery enough . " Such was the flight of Robinson and Brewster , and their followers , from the land of their fathers . Their arrival at Amsterdam , in 1608 , , was but the beginning of their wanderings . " They knew ...
... souls , endured misery enough . " Such was the flight of Robinson and Brewster , and their followers , from the land of their fathers . Their arrival at Amsterdam , in 1608 , , was but the beginning of their wanderings . " They knew ...
Side 14
... souls , went on board the single ship , which was hired only to convey them across the Atlantic ; and on the sixth day of September , 1620 , thirteen years after the first colonization of Virginia , two months before the concession of ...
... souls , went on board the single ship , which was hired only to convey them across the Atlantic ; and on the sixth day of September , 1620 , thirteen years after the first colonization of Virginia , two months before the concession of ...
Side 24
... soul in silent tears . How gorgeous is that miracle of blossoming when Summer with her blazing torch has kindled the dull brown heather , and every twig and spray burst into blushing beauty , and spread wave after wave of rosy bloom ...
... soul in silent tears . How gorgeous is that miracle of blossoming when Summer with her blazing torch has kindled the dull brown heather , and every twig and spray burst into blushing beauty , and spread wave after wave of rosy bloom ...
Side 83
... soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
... soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
Side 87
... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . First Cit . O piteous spectacle ! Sec . Cit . O noble Cæsar ! Third Cit . O woeful day ...
... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . First Cit . O piteous spectacle ! Sec . Cit . O noble Cæsar ! Third Cit . O woeful day ...
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Side 418 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 82 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Side 55 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Side 239 - 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...
Side 382 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Side 320 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Side 84 - And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Side 240 - 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 his country's blood. Th...
Side 321 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Side 80 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...