Jones Readers by Grades, Հատոր 7Ginn, 1904 |
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Արդյունքներ 26–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... VOICE OF THE SEA . HARK TO THE SHOUTING WIND THE SETTLERS OF NEW ENGLAND FITZ - JAMES AND RODERICK DHU WALKING IN THE OPEN AIR • • John Fiske Walter Scott 98 John Burroughs 113 88 Thomas Nelson Page 92 Henry Timrod 94 95 MILTON , JOHN ...
... VOICE OF THE SEA . HARK TO THE SHOUTING WIND THE SETTLERS OF NEW ENGLAND FITZ - JAMES AND RODERICK DHU WALKING IN THE OPEN AIR • • John Fiske Walter Scott 98 John Burroughs 113 88 Thomas Nelson Page 92 Henry Timrod 94 95 MILTON , JOHN ...
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... voice is always a welcome one . Those who know the call listen with pleasure , and speedily come to love the bird that makes it . Bob White has another call , more beautiful than his boyish whistle , which comparatively few have heard ...
... voice is always a welcome one . Those who know the call listen with pleasure , and speedily come to love the bird that makes it . Bob White has another call , more beautiful than his boyish whistle , which comparatively few have heard ...
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... voice is not heard . Their line is gone out through all the earth , and their 15 words to the end of the world . In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun . Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber , and rejoiceth as a ...
... voice is not heard . Their line is gone out through all the earth , and their 15 words to the end of the world . In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun . Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber , and rejoiceth as a ...
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... voice from under my feet demanded , " Who's there ? " " Come out and see ! Where's the door ? " My voice seemed to the astounded Americans inside to come out of the stove , a phenomenon which was utterly 20 unparalleled in all their ...
... voice from under my feet demanded , " Who's there ? " " Come out and see ! Where's the door ? " My voice seemed to the astounded Americans inside to come out of the stove , a phenomenon which was utterly 20 unparalleled in all their ...
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... voice as trumpet loud , Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike - till the last armed foe expires , Strike for your altars and your fires , Strike for the green graves of your sires , God - and your native land ! " - They fought - like brave ...
... voice as trumpet loud , Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike - till the last armed foe expires , Strike for your altars and your fires , Strike for the green graves of your sires , God - and your native land ! " - They fought - like brave ...
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Abridged American battle beautiful bird Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cannon Charley clouds coachman cold court D'ARCY WENTWORTH THOMPSON darkness death deep doth Douglas earth Edwin Markham England English eyes fair famous fell Ferdinand fire friends Glaucus Granada gray guard hand Hastings hath head heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY HARLAND HENRY TIMROD hill History honor horse JOHN MILTON Julius Cæsar king land light live looked Lord Marmion marshes of Glynn mind mountain never night noble NOTE Nydia o'er path peace Perlino Pickwick poem poet Pompeii queen Roderick Dhu scene selection is taken Seven Wise Masters shout side smile soul sound Spain street sweet sword thee thine thing thou thought tower voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves weather wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILSON FLAGG wind wings wood word
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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...