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The Royal readers. (Roy. sch. ser.). Ser.3. No.1,2 [2 eds.], 4, Volum 1
Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1878
America animal arms army battle beautiful became birds blood body born breath British called candle caused chief close cloth clouds coast colour comes covered dark death died earth England English feet fire flame followed France French give given grows hand head heart heat height horses houses hundred Indian island Italy James kind king land leaves light living look Lord means miles native nature never night North ocean once Page passed persons plain plant reach regions reign rest rise river round sail Scotland seen ship shore side soon sound South taken thou took tree turned wave whole wild wind wood young
Side 185 - 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 ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead...
Side 347 - Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee : Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, and many a tyrant since ; their shores obey the stranger, slave or savage ; their decay has dried up realms to deserts :— not so thou, unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play ; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Side 9 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, SING ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; The horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Side 214 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Side 215 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Side 229 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Side 185 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 215 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 228 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.