The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד 28
... Italian plains . - But it is not for me , in my hour of bloom , To speak of the ruin , or the tomb ! I have pass'd o'er the hill of the stormy North , And the larch has hung all his tassels forth , The fisher is out on the sunny sea ...
... Italian plains . - But it is not for me , in my hour of bloom , To speak of the ruin , or the tomb ! I have pass'd o'er the hill of the stormy North , And the larch has hung all his tassels forth , The fisher is out on the sunny sea ...
עמוד 41
... Italy . It has a beautiful ducal palace . 2 Orsini , a noble Italian family . 3 Heirloom , a loom , or piece of fur- niture , which comes to the heir along with the house , as tables , presses , cupboards , & c . The young Ginevra was ...
... Italy . It has a beautiful ducal palace . 2 Orsini , a noble Italian family . 3 Heirloom , a loom , or piece of fur- niture , which comes to the heir along with the house , as tables , presses , cupboards , & c . The young Ginevra was ...
עמוד 43
... Italy . " At the age of fifteen , the young Otho III . , entered Italy with a German army , to receive the united crowns of the empire and of Lombardy . With the help of the same army , he brought about the elevation of his relative ...
... Italy . " At the age of fifteen , the young Otho III . , entered Italy with a German army , to receive the united crowns of the empire and of Lombardy . With the help of the same army , he brought about the elevation of his relative ...
עמוד 59
... Italy , thy beauties shroud In a gorgeous evening cloud ; Thy refulgent head is bow'd : Yet where Roman genius reigns , Roman blood must warm the veins ; Look well , tyrants , to your chains . Feudal realm of old romance , Spain , thy ...
... Italy , thy beauties shroud In a gorgeous evening cloud ; Thy refulgent head is bow'd : Yet where Roman genius reigns , Roman blood must warm the veins ; Look well , tyrants , to your chains . Feudal realm of old romance , Spain , thy ...
עמוד 74
... Italian . From the strange and extravagant figures which were painted in the grottos or crypts of the ancient Romans . Distorted of figure ; unnatural . - Todd's Johnson . 3 Enamelled . Of various hues and tints , as in the process of ...
... Italian . From the strange and extravagant figures which were painted in the grottos or crypts of the ancient Romans . Distorted of figure ; unnatural . - Todd's Johnson . 3 Enamelled . Of various hues and tints , as in the process of ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Second Poetical Reading Book, Compiled, with Notes, by W. McLeod <span dir=ltr>Walter McLeod</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
עמוד 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
עמוד 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
עמוד 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
עמוד 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
עמוד 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
עמוד 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
עמוד 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
עמוד 68 - 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; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
עמוד 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...