The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... fear and do this idol too much worship . Nevertheless the ports he did shut up , or at least kept a watch on them , that none should pass to or fro that was suspected : but for the rest he chose to work by countermines . His purposes ...
... fear and do this idol too much worship . Nevertheless the ports he did shut up , or at least kept a watch on them , that none should pass to or fro that was suspected : but for the rest he chose to work by countermines . His purposes ...
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... fear , and seemed all the day to use diligence in preparing all things ready to fight . But about midnight he fled with three - score horses to Bewdley , in the New Forest , where he and divers of his company registered themselves ...
... fear , and seemed all the day to use diligence in preparing all things ready to fight . But about midnight he fled with three - score horses to Bewdley , in the New Forest , where he and divers of his company registered themselves ...
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... fears of being put to death , had softened to take any impression of counsel for his liberty . This young prince he thought these servants would look upon , though not upon himself ; and , therefore , after that by some message by one ...
... fears of being put to death , had softened to take any impression of counsel for his liberty . This young prince he thought these servants would look upon , though not upon himself ; and , therefore , after that by some message by one ...
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... fear that he seemed not without some appetite of danger ; and therefore , upon any occasion of action , he always engaged his person in those troops which he thought , by the forwardness of the commanders , to be most like to be ...
... fear that he seemed not without some appetite of danger ; and therefore , upon any occasion of action , he always engaged his person in those troops which he thought , by the forwardness of the commanders , to be most like to be ...
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... fear lest the Sun for ever hide himself and turn his orient steps from our ungrateful horizon , justly con- demned to be eternally benighted ! Which dreadful judgment , O thou the ever - begotten Light and perfect Image of the Father ...
... fear lest the Sun for ever hide himself and turn his orient steps from our ungrateful horizon , justly con- demned to be eternally benighted ! Which dreadful judgment , O thou the ever - begotten Light and perfect Image of the Father ...
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Seite 370 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Seite 388 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 62 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
Seite 392 - 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.
Seite 367 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Seite 421 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 369 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 386 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Seite 393 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Seite 421 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.