The Progressive Road to Reading: Introductory book. Book three-, 4


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˹ 187 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
˹ 172 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
˹ 151 - I could not sleep for cold, I had fire enough in my brain, And builded, with roofs of gold, My beautiful castles in Spain ! Since then I have toiled day and night, I have money and power good store, But I 'd give all my lamps of silver bright.
˹ 122 - THE SEA The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round ; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
˹ 15 - Oh! the miller, how he will laugh When he sees the mill-dam rise ! The jolly old miller, how he will laugh, Till the tears fill both his eyes!" 'And some they seized the little winds That sounded over the hill ; And each put a horn into his mouth, And blew both loud and shrill : '"And there...
˹ 99 - HER arms across her breast she laid She was more fair than words can say : Bare-footed came the beggar maid Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stept down, To meet and greet her on her way ; " It is no wonder," said the lords, " She is more beautiful than day.
˹ 17 - I came down from the hill-top, I heard, afar below, How busy the jolly miller was, And how merry the wheel did go.
˹ 117 - ... but with his upper half as tall, and misty, and blue, as a distant mountain. At last the gigantic shape faded entirely out of view. And now Hercules began to consider what he should do, in case Atlas should be drowned in the sea, or if he were to be stung to death by the dragon with the hundred heads, which guarded the golden apples of the Hesperides. If any such misfortune were to happen, how could he ever get rid of the sky? And, by the by, its weight began already to be a little irksome to...
˹ 14 - I'll tell you all, my mother ; But let me have my way. " Some of them played with the water, And rolled it down the hill ; ' And this,' they said, ' shall speedily turn The poor old miller's mill, " ' For there has been no water Ever since the first of May ; And a busy man will the miller be At dawning of the day.
˹ 15 - And they shall clear the mildew dank From the blind old widow's corn. "'Oh! the poor, blind widow, Though she has been blind so long, She'll be blithe enough when the mildew's gone, And the corn stands tall and strong.' "And some they brought the brown lint-seed, And flung it down from the Low; ' And this,' they said, * by the sunrise, In the weaver's croft shall grow.