The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... followed you till he came to the Slough of Despond , where , as some said , he fell in ; but he would not be known to have so done ; but I am sure he was soundly bedabbled with that kind of dirt . CHR . And what said the neighbours to ...
... followed you till he came to the Slough of Despond , where , as some said , he fell in ; but he would not be known to have so done ; but I am sure he was soundly bedabbled with that kind of dirt . CHR . And what said the neighbours to ...
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... followed that the rest of the river was but shallow . Thus they got over . Now upon the bank of the river , on the other side , they saw the two shining men again , who there waited for them . Wherefore , being come out of the river ...
... followed that the rest of the river was but shallow . Thus they got over . Now upon the bank of the river , on the other side , they saw the two shining men again , who there waited for them . Wherefore , being come out of the river ...
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... followed . He appears to have revised the " Iliad , " and freed it from some of its imperfections ; and the " Essay on Criticism " received many improvements after its first appearance . It will seldom be found that he altered without ...
... followed . He appears to have revised the " Iliad , " and freed it from some of its imperfections ; and the " Essay on Criticism " received many improvements after its first appearance . It will seldom be found that he altered without ...
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... followed by the two eldest boys , the smaller fry having by this time been safely disposed of in bed . The woman was now sitting up on the settle by the fire . She was looking steadily into the blaze , with a calm , heart - broken ...
... followed by the two eldest boys , the smaller fry having by this time been safely disposed of in bed . The woman was now sitting up on the settle by the fire . She was looking steadily into the blaze , with a calm , heart - broken ...
Page 145
... the Con- ference at Hampton Court , and utterly destroyed by the Convocation that followed soon after . One hope alone remained , the hope of the L dejected and forlorn . It was embraced with reluctance , THE PILGRIM FATHERS . 145.
... the Con- ference at Hampton Court , and utterly destroyed by the Convocation that followed soon after . One hope alone remained , the hope of the L dejected and forlorn . It was embraced with reluctance , THE PILGRIM FATHERS . 145.
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Page 370 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 388 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 62 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 392 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. 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.
Page 367 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 421 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 369 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 386 - 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...
Page 393 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Page 421 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.