The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336 страница |
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... ship , with a roar like artillery , and a force not much less . Think of what it is for a sailor to be aloft in the rigging , holding on by a rope , wet with the rain , or numbed with the cold , and with the mast of the ship swaying ...
... ship , with a roar like artillery , and a force not much less . Think of what it is for a sailor to be aloft in the rigging , holding on by a rope , wet with the rain , or numbed with the cold , and with the mast of the ship swaying ...
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... ships are wrecked on horribly ; a cry from many a foreign city , where the sailor , as he dies , speaks of his family , and is not understood ; ) a cry from mid - ocean , where many a sailor - drops into a sudden grave ! 8. They ask ...
... ships are wrecked on horribly ; a cry from many a foreign city , where the sailor , as he dies , speaks of his family , and is not understood ; ) a cry from mid - ocean , where many a sailor - drops into a sudden grave ! 8. They ask ...
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... ships are steered . CAN'VASS , v . i . , to solicit votes . PATTEN , n . , a sort of shoe . SUP'PLI - ANT , n . , a humble petitioner . FRIV'O - LOUS , a . , slight ; vain . SURGEON , n . , one who cures by the Mo - MENT'OUS , a ...
... ships are steered . CAN'VASS , v . i . , to solicit votes . PATTEN , n . , a sort of shoe . SUP'PLI - ANT , n . , a humble petitioner . FRIV'O - LOUS , a . , slight ; vain . SURGEON , n . , one who cures by the Mo - MENT'OUS , a ...
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... ship , " At what wharf does she lay 2 " - " Lie , may it please your honor , " exclaimed Mr. Brooks ; " not lay : hens lay . " XLVII . — THE DYING TRUMPETER . FIELD - MAR'SHAL , n . , of an army . - the commander | VIC - TOʻRIA , n ...
... ship , " At what wharf does she lay 2 " - " Lie , may it please your honor , " exclaimed Mr. Brooks ; " not lay : hens lay . " XLVII . — THE DYING TRUMPETER . FIELD - MAR'SHAL , n . , of an army . - the commander | VIC - TOʻRIA , n ...
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... ship rolled lazily on the long leaden swells of the Pacific Ocean . A number of days had passed without an observation of the sun or stars . The ship had been navigated by " dead reckoning , " and no one , therefore , was sure of the ...
... ship rolled lazily on the long leaden swells of the Pacific Ocean . A number of days had passed without an observation of the sun or stars . The ship had been navigated by " dead reckoning , " and no one , therefore , was sure of the ...
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