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... may live and laugh and love ; where sorrow is only heard afar off , and the storms of life fall silent . To masters and teachers I would say : Remember that accuracy is not the only , nor indeed the chief , thing INTRODUCTION , vii.
... may live and laugh and love ; where sorrow is only heard afar off , and the storms of life fall silent . To masters and teachers I would say : Remember that accuracy is not the only , nor indeed the chief , thing INTRODUCTION , vii.
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... Fall of the Roman Empire " GOLDSMITH , OLIVER . From " The Deserted Village " GRAY , THOMAS . An Elegy written in a Country Churchyard GREEN , JOHN RICHARD . From " A Short History of the English People " ... HAZLITT , WILLIAM . From ...
... Fall of the Roman Empire " GOLDSMITH , OLIVER . From " The Deserted Village " GRAY , THOMAS . An Elegy written in a Country Churchyard GREEN , JOHN RICHARD . From " A Short History of the English People " ... HAZLITT , WILLIAM . From ...
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... fall . Venetian , fair - featured and slender , He lies , shot to death in his youth , With a smile on his lips over - tender For any mere soldier's dead mouth . No stranger , and yet not a traitor , Though alien the cloth on his breast ...
... fall . Venetian , fair - featured and slender , He lies , shot to death in his youth , With a smile on his lips over - tender For any mere soldier's dead mouth . No stranger , and yet not a traitor , Though alien the cloth on his breast ...
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... fall and pause and fall did seem . * See p . 25 . A land of streams ! some , like a downward 30 STUDIES IN ENGLISH .
... fall and pause and fall did seem . * See p . 25 . A land of streams ! some , like a downward 30 STUDIES IN ENGLISH .
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... fall , Shook off my jack - boots , let go belt and all , Stood up in the stirrup , leaned , patted his ear , Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at ...
... fall , Shook off my jack - boots , let go belt and all , Stood up in the stirrup , leaned , patted his ear , Called my Roland his pet name , my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at ...
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Page 117 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 121 - 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 honourable man.
Page 85 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 121 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, 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 honourable 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.
Page 106 - Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!
Page 5 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 21 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 88 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought...
Page 14 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Page 132 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years