Repetition and reading book, selections by C. BiltonCharles Bilton 1866 |
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Side 23
... bear— Blended with praise of that parental love , Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute- Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea ...
... bear— Blended with praise of that parental love , Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew Pious and pure , modest and yet so brave , Though young so wise , though meek so resolute- Might carry to the clouds and to the stars , Yea ...
Side 24
... bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds , in the month of May . That ope The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth ...
... bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds , in the month of May . That ope The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth ...
Side 33
... bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies : Th ' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye Heavens ! from high the dewy ...
... bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies : Th ' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye Heavens ! from high the dewy ...
Side 45
... Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread , or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent , morn or even , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made ...
... Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread , or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent , morn or even , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made ...
Side 47
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Side 83 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 107 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Side 99 - 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. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Side 45 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Side 68 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Side 89 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Side 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher, too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran — that he could gauge.
Side 81 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Side 120 - 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...
Side 118 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.