The Simmons Reading Books: Book EightP.P. Simmons Company, 1914 - Всего страниц: 452 |
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... horse's head , looking about angrily for something . " Rab , ye thief ! " said he , aiming a kick at my great friend , who drew cringing up , and avoiding the heavy shoe with more agility than dignity , and , watching his master's eye ...
... horse's head , looking about angrily for something . " Rab , ye thief ! " said he , aiming a kick at my great friend , who drew cringing up , and avoiding the heavy shoe with more agility than dignity , and , watching his master's eye ...
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... horses , sir any of Mr. Wardle's men coming to Rochester , bring ' em back , sir . " " The very thing , " said Mr. Pickwick . " Winkle , will you go on horseback ? " Now Mr. Winkle hid certain misgivings in the very lowest recesses of ...
... horses , sir any of Mr. Wardle's men coming to Rochester , bring ' em back , sir . " " The very thing , " said Mr. Pickwick . " Winkle , will you go on horseback ? " Now Mr. Winkle hid certain misgivings in the very lowest recesses of ...
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... horse : apparently a near relative of the one in the chaise , was another ready saddled for Mr. Winkle . " Bless my soul ! " said Mr. Pickwick , as they stood on the pavement while the coats were being put in . " Bless my soul ! who's ...
... horse : apparently a near relative of the one in the chaise , was another ready saddled for Mr. Winkle . " Bless my soul ! " said Mr. Pickwick , as they stood on the pavement while the coats were being put in . " Bless my soul ! who's ...
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... horse , with Mr. Pickwick on the box of the one , and Mr. Winkle on the back of the other , to the delight and gratification of the whole inn yard . " What makes him go sideways ? " said Mr. Snodgrass in the bin to Mr. Winkle in the ...
... horse , with Mr. Pickwick on the box of the one , and Mr. Winkle on the back of the other , to the delight and gratification of the whole inn yard . " What makes him go sideways ? " said Mr. Snodgrass in the bin to Mr. Winkle in the ...
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... horse , with his hat over his ears , and shaking all over , as if he would shake to pieces with the violence of the exercise , " pick up the whip , there's a good fellow . ” Mr. Winkle pulled at the bridle of the tall horse till he was ...
... horse , with his hat over his ears , and shaking all over , as if he would shake to pieces with the violence of the exercise , " pick up the whip , there's a good fellow . ” Mr. Winkle pulled at the bridle of the tall horse till he was ...
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Стр. 155 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 176 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 130 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Стр. 185 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Стр. 177 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 284 - We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty...
Стр. 212 - Jacob selah lift up your heads O ye gates and be ye lifted up ye everlasting doors and the King of glory shall come in...
Стр. 177 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark -heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime-— The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 287 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace! But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Стр. 129 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.