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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... body else . Now I began to take courage , and to peep abroad again — for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley ...
... body else . Now I began to take courage , and to peep abroad again — for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley ...
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... body , or rather of mind , by the study of physic . I no sooner began to peruse books of this nature , but I found my pulse was irregular , and scarce ever read the account of any disease , that I did not fancy myself afflicted with ...
... body , or rather of mind , by the study of physic . I no sooner began to peruse books of this nature , but I found my pulse was irregular , and scarce ever read the account of any disease , that I did not fancy myself afflicted with ...
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... body in its proper poise , so it is , that I find myself in a sick and languishing condition . My complexion is grown very sallow , my pulse low , and my body dropsical . Let me , therefore , beg you , Sir , to consider me as your ...
... body in its proper poise , so it is , that I find myself in a sick and languishing condition . My complexion is grown very sallow , my pulse low , and my body dropsical . Let me , therefore , beg you , Sir , to consider me as your ...
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... bodies in the middle , and lay all waste before them . That we often put this powder into large hollow balls of iron , and discharged them by an engine into some city we were besieging , which would rip up the pavements , tear the ...
... bodies in the middle , and lay all waste before them . That we often put this powder into large hollow balls of iron , and discharged them by an engine into some city we were besieging , which would rip up the pavements , tear the ...
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... bodies in the streets , or on the glacis of Tanjore , and expired of famine in the granary of India . I was going to awake your justice towards this unhappy part of our fellow - citizens , by bringing before you some of the ...
... bodies in the streets , or on the glacis of Tanjore , and expired of famine in the granary of India . I was going to awake your justice towards this unhappy part of our fellow - citizens , by bringing before you some of the ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.