The Heath Readers by Grades, Том 4D.C. Heath & Company, 1907 |
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... heart lay bare , And she laughed once more as she heard his tread , " He is older now . He will soon be dead ! " But the breeze in the morning blew , and found That the leaves of the blown Rose strewed the ground ; And he came at noon ...
... heart lay bare , And she laughed once more as she heard his tread , " He is older now . He will soon be dead ! " But the breeze in the morning blew , and found That the leaves of the blown Rose strewed the ground ; And he came at noon ...
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... heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland , Of child , and wife , and slave ; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea , weary the oar ...
... heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland , Of child , and wife , and slave ; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea , weary the oar ...
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... heart , Much have I seen and known — cities of men And manners , climates , councils , governments , Myself not least , but honored of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers , Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy . I am ...
... heart , Much have I seen and known — cities of men And manners , climates , councils , governments , Myself not least , but honored of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers , Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy . I am ...
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... hearts , free foreheads - you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all ; but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with gods . The lights ...
... hearts , free foreheads - you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all ; but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with gods . The lights ...
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... heart is pure . The shattering trumpet shrilleth high , The hard brands shiver on the steel , The splinter'd spear - shafts crack and fly , The horse and rider reel : They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat ...
... heart is pure . The shattering trumpet shrilleth high , The hard brands shiver on the steel , The splinter'd spear - shafts crack and fly , The horse and rider reel : They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat ...
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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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