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الصفحة 98
... tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the ...
... tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the ...
الصفحة 99
... tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapoury cloud , To rise before me - rise , O ever rise , Rise like a cloud of incense , from the earth ! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills , Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven , Great ...
... tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapoury cloud , To rise before me - rise , O ever rise , Rise like a cloud of incense , from the earth ! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills , Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven , Great ...
الصفحة 104
... tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires - ' tis ...
... tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires - ' tis ...
الصفحة 129
... tear - drop wander'd on her lovely face ; A A It was a tear of faith and holy fear , I SELECTIONS FOR READING . 129.
... tear - drop wander'd on her lovely face ; A A It was a tear of faith and holy fear , I SELECTIONS FOR READING . 129.
الصفحة 130
William Graham (teacher of elocution.) It was a tear of faith and holy fear , Pure as the drops that hang at dawning - time On yonder willows by the stream of life . On her the Moon look'd steadfastly : the Stars , That circle nightly ...
William Graham (teacher of elocution.) It was a tear of faith and holy fear , Pure as the drops that hang at dawning - time On yonder willows by the stream of life . On her the Moon look'd steadfastly : the Stars , That circle nightly ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
accent adverbs army articulation beauty behold betwixt blót bosom breast breath cadence called circumflex clause clouds consonant dark death deep Demosthenes earth elocution emphasis emphatic word expressed eyes falling inflexion father fear feel force frequently friends give given glory glottis hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre honour hope human human voice Ivanhoe king labour Lady G light lips live look Lord loud marked measure ment mind minor third MODULATION mouth nature never night o'er passion pause Pompey pronounced pronunciation pupil question asked rising inflexion rising slide round rule Samian wine scene sense senseless things simple series sleep smile soft soul sound speaker speaking speech stars sweet swell syllable tears termination thee thing thou thought tion tone tongue Twas verb voice vowel Walker wild wind
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الصفحة 117 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
الصفحة 332 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
الصفحة 216 - And God set them in the firmament of heaven to give light upon the earth, And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good. And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
الصفحة 100 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
الصفحة 154 - The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known ; The oak-crowned sisters, and their chaste-eyed queen, Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green ; Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear, And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
الصفحة 77 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
الصفحة 123 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams. I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 98 - An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
الصفحة 292 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
الصفحة 152 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...