Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 страница |
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Страница 49
... body else has such a staff . It was Quicksilver ; and he brought me hither , as well as the box . No doubt he intended it for me ; and , most probably , it contains pretty dresses for me to wear , or toys for you and me to play with ...
... body else has such a staff . It was Quicksilver ; and he brought me hither , as well as the box . No doubt he intended it for me ; and , most probably , it contains pretty dresses for me to wear , or toys for you and me to play with ...
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... nature , and constant habit , to be happy . The world had not yet learned to be otherwise . Not a single soul or body , since these chil- dren were first sent to enjoy themselves on the beauti- THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN 57.
... nature , and constant habit , to be happy . The world had not yet learned to be otherwise . Not a single soul or body , since these chil- dren were first sent to enjoy themselves on the beauti- THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN 57.
Страница 60
... bodies of mankind had been shut up in the mysterious box and given to Epi- metheus and Pandora in order that the happy children of the world might never be molested by them . Had they been faithful to their trust , all would have gone ...
... bodies of mankind had been shut up in the mysterious box and given to Epi- metheus and Pandora in order that the happy children of the world might never be molested by them . Had they been faithful to their trust , all would have gone ...
Страница 64
... body , I was packed into the box , to make amends to the human race for that swarm of ugly Troubles which was destined to be let loose among them . Never fear ! we shall do pretty well in spite of them all . ” " Your wings are colored ...
... body , I was packed into the box , to make amends to the human race for that swarm of ugly Troubles which was destined to be let loose among them . Never fear ! we shall do pretty well in spite of them all . ” " Your wings are colored ...
Страница 65
... body trusted Hope , that has since been alive . No doubt -no doubt the Troubles are still flying about the world , and have increased in multitude , rather than lessened , and are a very ugly set of imps , and carry most venomous stings ...
... body trusted Hope , that has since been alive . No doubt -no doubt the Troubles are still flying about the world , and have increased in multitude , rather than lessened , and are a very ugly set of imps , and carry most venomous stings ...
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Acadians ancient ANGEL Antony Augustin beautiful bird blood born breast brother BROTHER AZARIAS Brutus Caesar Caligula called child Church cloud cried dead dear death door dream earth England English Epimetheus eyes face fear fell fire Fourth Cit friends Gluck gold Golden River Grail hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail honorable horse hour hundred Irish language JAMES SHIRLEY king land light living looked Lord Mock Turtle monks morning mountain never night noble o'er Pandora Piso poems poet poor Pope pray prayer Prince John rest Rip Van Winkle round Saxons Schwartz Second Cit seemed ship side sleep soul speak spirit stood sweet tell thee things thought Treasure Valley trees turned voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
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Страница 250 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Страница 251 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Страница 308 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 307 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Страница 69 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Страница 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Страница 192 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
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Страница 251 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 218 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.