Cassell's illustrated readings, Volume 1; Volume 661875 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 85
Page 3
... answer , " Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine ? Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal - shadows ; In our happy fatherland ? III . They look up with their ...
... answer , " Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine ? Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal - shadows ; In our happy fatherland ? III . They look up with their ...
Page 4
... answer not a word ; And we hear not ( for the wheels in their resounding ) Strangers speaking at the door : Is it likely God , with angels singing round him , Hears our weeping any more ? One of the sinners galloped on , Light as a.
... answer not a word ; And we hear not ( for the wheels in their resounding ) Strangers speaking at the door : Is it likely God , with angels singing round him , Hears our weeping any more ? One of the sinners galloped on , Light as a.
Page 5
... Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest with me , my child . ' XI . " But , no ! " say the children , weeping faster , " He is speechless as a stone : And they tell us , of his image is the master Who ...
... Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest with me , my child . ' XI . " But , no ! " say the children , weeping faster , " He is speechless as a stone : And they tell us , of his image is the master Who ...
Page 11
... answer might draw on a repartee , making up by abuse what is wanted in wit , I changed the subject by seeming to wonder what could keep our son so long at the fair , as it was now almost nightfall . " Never mind our son , " cried my ...
... answer might draw on a repartee , making up by abuse what is wanted in wit , I changed the subject by seeming to wonder what could keep our son so long at the fair , as it was now almost nightfall . " Never mind our son , " cried my ...
Page 12
... answer those of which I make no secret . But I find my visits here are be- come troublesome ; I'll take my leave therefore now , and perhaps come once more to take a final farewell when I am quitting the country . " Thus saying , he ...
... answer those of which I make no secret . But I find my visits here are be- come troublesome ; I'll take my leave therefore now , and perhaps come once more to take a final farewell when I am quitting the country . " Thus saying , he ...
Contents
49 | |
54 | |
72 | |
89 | |
127 | |
131 | |
138 | |
146 | |
152 | |
162 | |
170 | |
180 | |
181 | |
193 | |
265 | |
281 | |
302 | |
311 | |
318 | |
331 | |
340 | |
346 | |
352 | |
371 | |
383 | |
391 | |
398 | |
407 | |
Common terms and phrases
arms beneath boat born called captain child church Colonsay cried Darby dear death Don Quixote door Drawn Dryce Edenhall Evadne eyes face fair father fear fell fire followed friar gentleman give hand head hear heard heart heaven honour horse hour Ichabod Ivanhoe John JOSEPH ADDISON king Kite knew lady laugh LAURENCE STERNE light live looked Lord Lord Wilmot Martin Franc master mind morning never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once passed poor Poyser Prince John PURLOINED LETTER Quiteria replied returned round says seemed shout side silent Sir Guy Sleepy Hollow smile soon soul sound stood strong sweet sword tears tell thee thing thou thought told took tree turned uncle Toby village voice walk watch wife wind word Yorick young Zechariah
Popular passages
Page 162 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 29 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Page 161 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 230 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 66 - Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this On the reef of Norman's Woe ! THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.
Page 345 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 345 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Page 162 - Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 187 - Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone ! It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which inspired courage whilst it mitigated ferocity,...
Page 37 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it.