Jones Readers by Grades, Հատոր 7Ginn, 1904 |
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... king I offered free from stain Courage and faith ; vain faith and courage vain . For him I threw lands , honors , wealth , away And one dear hope that was more prized than they . For him I languished in a foreign clime , Gray - haired ...
... king I offered free from stain Courage and faith ; vain faith and courage vain . For him I threw lands , honors , wealth , away And one dear hope that was more prized than they . For him I languished in a foreign clime , Gray - haired ...
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... king of Israel , was the author of many of these songs . David was a shepherd boy who came into public notice when he was summoned to entertain King Saul by playing on the harp . After the death of Saul , David became king , and had a ...
... king of Israel , was the author of many of these songs . David was a shepherd boy who came into public notice when he was summoned to entertain King Saul by playing on the harp . After the death of Saul , David became king , and had a ...
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... king of England , had gone to Palestine in company with other European leaders and a great army , to rescue Jerusalem and the Holy Sepulcher from the Eastern tribes . Here he met Saladin , the conqueror of Syria , and the two monarchs 5 ...
... king of England , had gone to Palestine in company with other European leaders and a great army , to rescue Jerusalem and the Holy Sepulcher from the Eastern tribes . Here he met Saladin , the conqueror of Syria , and the two monarchs 5 ...
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... King Richard . 20 " No , surely , " replied the king ; " no sword on earth , were it the Excalibur of King Arthur , can cut that which opposes no steady resistance to the blow . " " Mark , then , " said Saladin ; and , tucking up the ...
... King Richard . 20 " No , surely , " replied the king ; " no sword on earth , were it the Excalibur of King Arthur , can cut that which opposes no steady resistance to the blow . " " Mark , then , " said Saladin ; and , tucking up the ...
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... King Arthur . Franks : the inhabitants of western Europe . - temper : the condition of metal as regards hardness and elasticity . — ex'quisite : accurate , nice . A CELLAR IN SIBERIA GEORGE KENNAN George KennAN ( 1845– 76.
... King Arthur . Franks : the inhabitants of western Europe . - temper : the condition of metal as regards hardness and elasticity . — ex'quisite : accurate , nice . A CELLAR IN SIBERIA GEORGE KENNAN George KennAN ( 1845– 76.
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Էջ 125 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Էջ 264 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Էջ 131 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Էջ 266 - 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.
Էջ 68 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Էջ 123 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Էջ 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Էջ 197 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Էջ 59 - The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Էջ 85 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...