Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 страница |
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... hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to these the fault , If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of ...
... hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to these the fault , If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of ...
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... hour such as he was when he worked in his parents ' house , and they bowed them- selves before that miracle that the good God had seen fit to work , to reward the faith and charity of a child . Never weather - beaten sail more willing ...
... hour such as he was when he worked in his parents ' house , and they bowed them- selves before that miracle that the good God had seen fit to work , to reward the faith and charity of a child . Never weather - beaten sail more willing ...
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... hour until this moment . But - and you may see by this how a wrong act of any one mortal is calamity to the whole world - by Pandora's lifting the lid of that miserable box , and by the fault of Epimetheus , too , in not preventing her ...
... hour until this moment . But - and you may see by this how a wrong act of any one mortal is calamity to the whole world - by Pandora's lifting the lid of that miserable box , and by the fault of Epimetheus , too , in not preventing her ...
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... tale ; And then it left me free . Since then , at an uncertain hour , That agony returns ; And till my ghastly tale is told , This heart within me burns . I pass , like night , from land to land THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 93.
... tale ; And then it left me free . Since then , at an uncertain hour , That agony returns ; And till my ghastly tale is told , This heart within me burns . I pass , like night , from land to land THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 93.
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... hours a day did you do lessons ? " ' said Alice , in a hurry to change the subject . “ Ten hours the first day , " said the Mock Turtle : " nine the next , and so on . " " What a curious plan ! " exclaimed Alice . " That's the reason ...
... hours a day did you do lessons ? " ' said Alice , in a hurry to change the subject . “ Ten hours the first day , " said the Mock Turtle : " nine the next , and so on . " " What a curious plan ! " exclaimed Alice . " That's the reason ...
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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!
Страница 317 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the...
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.