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... hill , All downward to the banks of Till , Was wreathed in sable smoke ; Volumed and vast , and rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their ...
... hill , All downward to the banks of Till , Was wreathed in sable smoke ; Volumed and vast , and rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their ...
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... death , his mute favourite attended , The much - loved remains of her master defended , And chased the hill - fox and the raven away . HELVELLYN . How long didst thou think that his silence 18 REPETITION AND READING BOOK . Helvellyn.
... death , his mute favourite attended , The much - loved remains of her master defended , And chased the hill - fox and the raven away . HELVELLYN . How long didst thou think that his silence 18 REPETITION AND READING BOOK . Helvellyn.
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... hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free ...
... hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whispering lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free ...
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... hills reply , The rocks proclaim th ' approaching Deity . Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink down , ye mountains ! and ye valleys , rise ! With heads declin'd , ye cedars , homage pay ! Be smooth , ye rocks ! ye rapid ...
... hills reply , The rocks proclaim th ' approaching Deity . Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink down , ye mountains ! and ye valleys , rise ! With heads declin'd , ye cedars , homage pay ! Be smooth , ye rocks ! ye rapid ...
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... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God , I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted ...
... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God , I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.