The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Књига 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... lived not without dignity . Fruits , the peach , the apple , the grape , with other 30 varieties came in their season , all of which Andreas knew how to sell . On evenings he smoked or read 10 ( as beseemed a regimental schoolmaster ) ...
... lived not without dignity . Fruits , the peach , the apple , the grape , with other 30 varieties came in their season , all of which Andreas knew how to sell . On evenings he smoked or read 10 ( as beseemed a regimental schoolmaster ) ...
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... are gathered to your fathers and live only to your country in her grateful remembrance and your own bright example . But let us not too much grieve that you have met the common fate of men . You lived at least long 19.
... are gathered to your fathers and live only to your country in her grateful remembrance and your own bright example . But let us not too much grieve that you have met the common fate of men . You lived at least long 19.
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... lived at least long enough to know that your work had been nobly and success- fully accomplished . You lived to see your country's independence established and to sheathe your swords 5 from war . On the light of liberty you saw arise ...
... lived at least long enough to know that your work had been nobly and success- fully accomplished . You lived to see your country's independence established and to sheathe your swords 5 from war . On the light of liberty you saw arise ...
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... lived for a time in Vermont , where the poet sur- rounded himself with everything that would remind him of the life in India . Among other works of Kipling are " Soldiers Three , " " The Phantom ' Rickshaw , and Other Stories , " the ...
... lived for a time in Vermont , where the poet sur- rounded himself with everything that would remind him of the life in India . Among other works of Kipling are " Soldiers Three , " " The Phantom ' Rickshaw , and Other Stories , " the ...
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... of his relatives . They lived in a delightful country house , in the midst of a beautiful garden , and Prescott was charmed with the tropical plants and orange groves . He had been there but a fortnight when his eye 328.
... of his relatives . They lived in a delightful country house , in the midst of a beautiful garden , and Prescott was charmed with the tropical plants and orange groves . He had been there but a fortnight when his eye 328.
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battle beauty became behold Belshazzar bird born Brutus Cæsar called Captain Castlewood CHARLES READE Charles the Bold cheerful chooseth College cried death delight died EDWARD EVERETT HALE enemy England English entered Esmond eyes Faerie Queene Father Holt fire forest hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hour ĭ ty JOHN GORHAM PALFREY JOHN MILTON Juan Pizarro Julius Cæsar king lived looked Lord ment Milton mind morning NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS Nelson ness never night Nolan once oŭs poems poet PORTIA Prescott Rasselas sails SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH Shakespeare ship sion soul spent spirit stood sweet sword těd Télésile Tell thee thou thought tion took victory voice WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wonderful words writing young
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Страница 169 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
Страница 228 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks* A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 54 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Страница 116 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Страница 229 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Страница 18 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance; a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared in an instant to whatever of terror there may be in war and death ; — all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is...
Страница 22 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Страница 89 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Страница 22 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Страница 230 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.