Sonnenschein's special merit readers. Standard 3,4 |
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... thou art free for ever— Lift up thy voice , O Rhine ! Mrs. Hemans . The Rhine , one of the most noted rivers in Europe , rises in the can- ton of the Grisons in Switzerland , and flows in a north - westerly direc- tion for eight hundred ...
... thou art free for ever— Lift up thy voice , O Rhine ! Mrs. Hemans . The Rhine , one of the most noted rivers in Europe , rises in the can- ton of the Grisons in Switzerland , and flows in a north - westerly direc- tion for eight hundred ...
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... While Thine awful bolts are hurled , Oh , remember Thou art Love ! Spare ! oh spare a guilty world ! Stay Thy flaming wrath awhile , See Thy bow of promise smile ! 8 . Welcome , in the eastern cloud , Messenger The Thunder - storm . 61.
... While Thine awful bolts are hurled , Oh , remember Thou art Love ! Spare ! oh spare a guilty world ! Stay Thy flaming wrath awhile , See Thy bow of promise smile ! 8 . Welcome , in the eastern cloud , Messenger The Thunder - storm . 61.
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... Thou'rt faint - stay , rest thee from thy toils at last : Through the high chestnuts lightly plays the breeze , The stars gleam out , the Ave hour is passed , The sailor's hymn hath died along the seas . Thou'rt faint and worn - hear'st ...
... Thou'rt faint - stay , rest thee from thy toils at last : Through the high chestnuts lightly plays the breeze , The stars gleam out , the Ave hour is passed , The sailor's hymn hath died along the seas . Thou'rt faint and worn - hear'st ...
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... Thou hast seen much , tired pilgrim ! hast thou seen In that far land , the chosen land of yore , A youth - my Guido - with the fiery mien , And the dark eye of this Italian shore ? 5 . The dark , clear , lightning eye ! -on Heaven and ...
... Thou hast seen much , tired pilgrim ! hast thou seen In that far land , the chosen land of yore , A youth - my Guido - with the fiery mien , And the dark eye of this Italian shore ? 5 . The dark , clear , lightning eye ! -on Heaven and ...
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... thou , wanderer ! -some fond mother's glance O'er thee too brooded in thine early years- Think'st thou of her , whose gentle eye , perchance , Bathed all thy faded hair with parting tears ? Speak , for thy tears disturb me ! -what art thou ...
... thou , wanderer ! -some fond mother's glance O'er thee too brooded in thine early years- Think'st thou of her , whose gentle eye , perchance , Bathed all thy faded hair with parting tears ? Speak , for thy tears disturb me ! -what art thou ...
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Sonnenschein's special merit readers. Standard 3,4 Swan Sonnenschein (and co, ltd.) Visualização integral - 1884 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
adjectives amongst ancient Andrew Marvell appearance beautiful bird Bosporus bound breath bright bull called castle Cham clouds colours dark dead deep desolate earth Emperor England English Ettrick fairy flax Francis gentle Give names Gulf of Bothnia hand Hanseatic League hath heard heart heaven Helena Henry Hermia honours horse king king of Norway lady lake land Lapland light lines living look Lord manner Matilda meaning ments miles moon mountains never Niagara River night nouns o'er ocean Parse patronymic person pronounced Prudence Rhine river rock rolls Rosabelle round ruin Saracen Scandinavian peninsula scene seen shore side sing Sir Walter Scott smile soldiers sort sound spirit spring storm Sulitelma Sweden Takupi taste thee thine things thou tion trees verb verse village voice Washington Irving waves wild wind words Write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 192 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 119 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Página 9 - I visited various parts of my own country ; and had I been merely a lover of fine scenery, I should have felt little desire to seek elsewhere its gratification, for on no country have the charms of nature been more prodigally lavished.
Página 93 - ONCE, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 9 - Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains, with their bright aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her broad deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine; — no, never need an American look beyond...
Página 178 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
Página 10 - My native country was full of youthful promise : Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity — to loiter about the ruined castle — to meditate on the falling tower — to escape, in short, from the common-place I — THE AUTHOR'S ACCOUNT OP HIMSELF. 11 realities of the present,...
Página 118 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Página 142 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Página 27 - But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.