Jones Readers by Grades, Հատոր 7Ginn, 1904 |
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... length from the shore , and the rowers were getting her head round , when Roland Graeme , arriving , bounded from the beach and attained the boat . " Why did ye not muffle the oars ? " said Roland ; " the dash must awaken the sentinel ...
... length from the shore , and the rowers were getting her head round , when Roland Graeme , arriving , bounded from the beach and attained the boat . " Why did ye not muffle the oars ? " said Roland ; " the dash must awaken the sentinel ...
Էջ 33
... length the same to me , Fettered or fetterless to be , I learn'd to love despair , And thus when they appear'd at last , And all my bonds aside were cast , These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage and all my own ! And half I felt ...
... length the same to me , Fettered or fetterless to be , I learn'd to love despair , And thus when they appear'd at last , And all my bonds aside were cast , These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage and all my own ! And half I felt ...
Էջ 37
... length from these dim terrors , which grow more obscurely for- 10 midable the longer I delay to grapple with them . Now for the onset ! And lo ! with little damage , save a dash of rain in the face and breast , a splash of mud high up ...
... length from these dim terrors , which grow more obscurely for- 10 midable the longer I delay to grapple with them . Now for the onset ! And lo ! with little damage , save a dash of rain in the face and breast , a splash of mud high up ...
Էջ 49
... than a half inch in length when fully grown . In color he 25 is brownish or olive green , and he has three pairs of true legs , which are longer than the legs usually vouchsafed to caterpillars . He has black eyes , which give him. 49.
... than a half inch in length when fully grown . In color he 25 is brownish or olive green , and he has three pairs of true legs , which are longer than the legs usually vouchsafed to caterpillars . He has black eyes , which give him. 49.
Էջ 66
... length 10 in the midst of the wide white desolation , hailed each other as chance explorers in new lands , and made the whole countryside ring with the noise of their congratulations . There was as much excitement and healthy stirring ...
... length 10 in the midst of the wide white desolation , hailed each other as chance explorers in new lands , and made the whole countryside ring with the noise of their congratulations . There was as much excitement and healthy stirring ...
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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...