The first (-third, fifth, sixth) reading book, by T. Crampton and T. Turner, Volume 3Thomas Crampton 1858 |
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... land , was the first of the house of Hanover who was really recognised as one of us , and so unassuming were his habits and those of his family that he came to be looked upon as 66 the father of his people . " He had some ways and ...
... land , was the first of the house of Hanover who was really recognised as one of us , and so unassuming were his habits and those of his family that he came to be looked upon as 66 the father of his people . " He had some ways and ...
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... lands of the conquered people than for their knowledge ; and hence , for some centuries , so little was known that the period has come to be called " The Dark Ages . " And what learning remained was mainly kept up by the monks , who ...
... lands of the conquered people than for their knowledge ; and hence , for some centuries , so little was known that the period has come to be called " The Dark Ages . " And what learning remained was mainly kept up by the monks , who ...
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... division and often anarchy ruled , and when the light of Christianity had not yet been seen . The fifth century witnessed their invasion from the Con- tinent , and finding here a land just deserted by 28 BACKWARD REVIEW .
... division and often anarchy ruled , and when the light of Christianity had not yet been seen . The fifth century witnessed their invasion from the Con- tinent , and finding here a land just deserted by 28 BACKWARD REVIEW .
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Thomas Crampton. tinent , and finding here a land just deserted by the Romans , after a possession of nearly four centuries , they gradually drove the Britons , or original natives , west- ward to Wales , and so filled the land with a ...
Thomas Crampton. tinent , and finding here a land just deserted by the Romans , after a possession of nearly four centuries , they gradually drove the Britons , or original natives , west- ward to Wales , and so filled the land with a ...
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... land where there comes no blight ; I shall meet them there , with their eyes of light : Where death midst the beams of the morn may dwell I tarry no longer ! Farewell ! Farewell ! The summer is coming , on soft wings borne ; Ye may ...
... land where there comes no blight ; I shall meet them there , with their eyes of light : Where death midst the beams of the morn may dwell I tarry no longer ! Farewell ! Farewell ! The summer is coming , on soft wings borne ; Ye may ...
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Page 102 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 189 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands, And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 102 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 41 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 176 - THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Page 29 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
Page 41 - I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her— All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man : Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him to muse on the old familiar faces.
Page 114 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 124 - THE MEN OF OLD. I KNOW not that the men of old Were better than men now, Of heart more kind, of hand more bold, Of more ingenuous brow : I heed not those who pine for force A ghost of Time to raise, As if they thus could check the course Of these appointed days.
Page 220 - Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright ; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears All marching in our sight ; All men of pleasant Teviotdale, Fast by the river Tweed...