The Heath Readers by Grades, Том 4D.C. Heath & Company, 1907 |
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... eyes , at least- from any part of the world in which I chance to be . In my long voyage around the Cape of Good Hope to India ( the only voyage I ever made , when I was a boy ) , if I felt homesick , or sank into a reverie of all the ...
... eyes , at least- from any part of the world in which I chance to be . In my long voyage around the Cape of Good Hope to India ( the only voyage I ever made , when I was a boy ) , if I felt homesick , or sank into a reverie of all the ...
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... eyes , apparently looking into the street , were really , I have no doubt , feasting upon the Spanish landscape . " Too many , too many , " said he , at length , musingly , shaking his head and without addressing me . So I asked ...
... eyes , apparently looking into the street , were really , I have no doubt , feasting upon the Spanish landscape . " Too many , too many , " said he , at length , musingly , shaking his head and without addressing me . So I asked ...
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... eye , and is fit for both winter and summer . Every family make their own garments . But every man and every woman learns one of the other crafts . The women , who are not so strong as the men , are put to the easier crafts , such as ...
... eye , and is fit for both winter and summer . Every family make their own garments . But every man and every woman learns one of the other crafts . The women , who are not so strong as the men , are put to the easier crafts , such as ...
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... eye , - To none of these I yield as thrall ; For why , my mind despiseth all . Some have too much , yet still they crave ; I little have , yet seek no more . They are but poor , though much they have ; MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS 35.
... eye , - To none of these I yield as thrall ; For why , my mind despiseth all . Some have too much , yet still they crave ; I little have , yet seek no more . They are but poor , though much they have ; MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS 35.
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... , or the wealthy kingdoms which he touched upon in his return . Yet , wherever he came , he could never see a soil which appeared in his eyes half so sweet THE FRUIT OF THE LOTOS TREE 37 Austin Dobson Jonathan Swift Edward Dyer Charles ...
... , or the wealthy kingdoms which he touched upon in his return . Yet , wherever he came , he could never see a soil which appeared in his eyes half so sweet THE FRUIT OF THE LOTOS TREE 37 Austin Dobson Jonathan Swift Edward Dyer Charles ...
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Abbey ALFRED TENNYSON ancient Mariner anon Antony Armada arms Bagdemagus beauty behold blessed Brutus Cæsar Cassius castles in Spain Daniel Webster dead death deep Emerson enemy England English Excalibur eyes fair fear Fourth Citizen give gold grave Guenever hand hath hear heard heart heaven holy honor King Arthur knights ladies land live look lords manners Merlin mind moon nature never noble o'er pleasure poet Queen RALPH WALDO EMERSON rode round sail Sangreal Second Citizen seen Shakespeare shield ship Siege Perilous Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Galahad Sir Kay Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred soul spake Spanish speak spirit stand stone stood sweet sword tell thee things Third Citizen thou thought tomb took Ulysses unto Uther Pendragon vessel voice Wedding-Guest Westminster Abbey wind words wound youth
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