Introductory English reading book

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Longman, 1822 - 171 oldal
 

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I
1
II
7
III
10
IV
15
V
16
VI
20
VII
25
VIII
34
XV
72
XVI
78
XVII
86
XVIII
92
XIX
98
XX
107
XXI
111
XXII
118

IX
40
X
44
XI
48
XII
53
XIII
57
XIV
65
XXIII
124
XXIV
130
XXV
136
XXVI
142
XXVII
149
XXVIII
159

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135. oldal - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
76. oldal - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
135. oldal - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
35. oldal - How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day.
141. oldal - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
104. oldal - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap ; These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains...
103. oldal - For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.
103. oldal - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
166. oldal - But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day! On other days, the man of toil is...
34. oldal - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.

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