Routledge's readings, selected and arranged by E. RoutledgeEdmund Routledge 1871 |
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... eye Among the wheat ; that when his heart is glad Of the full harvest , he may see the boy , And bless him for the sake of him that's gone . " And Dora took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was ...
... eye Among the wheat ; that when his heart is glad Of the full harvest , he may see the boy , And bless him for the sake of him that's gone . " And Dora took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was ...
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... eyes upon the ground , And answer'd softly , " This is William's child ! " " And did I not , " said Allan , " did I not Forbid you , Dora ? " Dora said again : " Do with me as you will , but take the child And bless him for the sake of ...
... eyes upon the ground , And answer'd softly , " This is William's child ! " " And did I not , " said Allan , " did I not Forbid you , Dora ? " Dora said again : " Do with me as you will , but take the child And bless him for the sake of ...
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... eyes , your low replies : a great en- chantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat which you had hardly cared to see . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , when thus he met his mother's view , She had the passions of her kind , she ...
... eyes , your low replies : a great en- chantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat which you had hardly cared to see . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , when thus he met his mother's view , She had the passions of her kind , she ...
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... eyes is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , but sicken- ing of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , you needs must play such pranks as these . Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , if time ...
... eyes is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , but sicken- ing of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , you needs must play such pranks as these . Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , if time ...
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... Your riddle is hard to read . " O and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail ! She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes , And told him all her nurse's tale . He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn : He turn'd Lady Clare . 21.
... Your riddle is hard to read . " O and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail ! She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes , And told him all her nurse's tale . He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn : He turn'd Lady Clare . 21.
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice the nurse Allen-a-Dale Angel arms BATTLE OF WATERLOO bless bosom breast breath bright brow call me early CHARLES DICKENS child CHLORODYNE cried dark dead death Dendermond door Dora EDWIN WAUGH eyes face father fear feet fell flowers Floy galloped gazed glad New-year grave hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven honour King Robert kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady Clare laughed Learn to labour light lips Lochiel Lochinvar look look'd Lord FRANCIS CONYNGHAM Lord Ronald morning mother dear N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pray prayer Queen river Lee rode rose round rushed Saint Peter's Square Shandon silence smiled snow soul sound steed stood sweet tears tell thee thou thought thunder to-morrow told trembling Trim twas uncle Toby Vere de Vere voice wall watched wave wild wind word young
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Página 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Página 67 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 57 - 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.
Página 18 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 51 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Página 159 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...
Página 82 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve — The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight. She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream I heard her breathe my name.
Página 156 - The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Página 15 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 161 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.