Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Livro 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... Perhaps it is even a sweetener of dreams , for those which hovered over the rough couch of Nicholas , and whispered their airy nothings in his ear , were of an agreeable and happy kind . He was making his fortune very fast indeed , when ...
... Perhaps it is even a sweetener of dreams , for those which hovered over the rough couch of Nicholas , and whispered their airy nothings in his ear , were of an agreeable and happy kind . He was making his fortune very fast indeed , when ...
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... perhaps the very words - but them she heard not - in her own hut , she and her mother ; or in the kirk , along with the congregation . An unseen hand seemed fastening her fingers to the ribs of ivy ; and , 30 in sudden inspiration ...
... perhaps the very words - but them she heard not - in her own hut , she and her mother ; or in the kirk , along with the congregation . An unseen hand seemed fastening her fingers to the ribs of ivy ; and , 30 in sudden inspiration ...
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... perhaps the only member of the senatorial party in whom Cæsar felt gen - 15 uine confidence . His known integrity , and Cæsar's ac- knowledged regard for him , made his accession to the conspiracy an object of particular importance ...
... perhaps the only member of the senatorial party in whom Cæsar felt gen - 15 uine confidence . His known integrity , and Cæsar's ac- knowledged regard for him , made his accession to the conspiracy an object of particular importance ...
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... perhaps , had heard whispers , and wished to warn him . As he still passed on , a stranger thrust a scroll into his hand , and begged him to read it on the spot . It con- tained a list of the conspirators , with a clear account of 26 ...
... perhaps , had heard whispers , and wished to warn him . As he still passed on , a stranger thrust a scroll into his hand , and begged him to read it on the spot . It con- tained a list of the conspirators , with a clear account of 26 ...
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... perhaps as few know their own strength . It is in men as in soils , where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of . An idle reason lessens the weight of the good ones you gave before . Arbitrary power is the ...
... perhaps as few know their own strength . It is in men as in soils , where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of . An idle reason lessens the weight of the good ones you gave before . Arbitrary power is the ...
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Página 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Página 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Página 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Página 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.