Choice Literature, Book 6American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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Page 151
... wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems ...
... wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems ...
Page 152
... wish to hold in fee . part What doth the poor man's son inherit ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things , A rank adjudged with toil - worn merit , Content that from employment springs , A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage , it ...
... wish to hold in fee . part What doth the poor man's son inherit ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things , A rank adjudged with toil - worn merit , Content that from employment springs , A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage , it ...
Page 220
... wish obtain , The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; And , even while fashion's brightest arts decoy , The heart distrusting asks , if this be joy ? Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen who survey The rich man's power increase , the ...
... wish obtain , The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; And , even while fashion's brightest arts decoy , The heart distrusting asks , if this be joy ? Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen who survey The rich man's power increase , the ...
Page 225
... wishes placed above , And steady loyalty , and faithful love . And thou , sweet Poetry , thou loveliest maid , Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit , in these degenerate times of shame , To catch the heart , or strike ...
... wishes placed above , And steady loyalty , and faithful love . And thou , sweet Poetry , thou loveliest maid , Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit , in these degenerate times of shame , To catch the heart , or strike ...
Page 233
... wish a mint of gold , I still should long for more . What first I want is daily bread ; And canvasbacks and wine ; And all the realms of nature spread Before me when I dine . Four courses scarcely can provide My appetite to quell ; With ...
... wish a mint of gold , I still should long for more . What first I want is daily bread ; And canvasbacks and wine ; And all the realms of nature spread Before me when I dine . Four courses scarcely can provide My appetite to quell ; With ...
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Page 217 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 371 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
Page 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.