The Graded-school First-fifth Reader, Книги 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1875 |
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... . 3. Thy voice sound slike a prophet sword . 4. I tol dher to sen dme those book sof mine . 5. He wen tout of the chur cha teigh to ' clock .. EXERCISES . 1. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls 20 INTRODUCTION . Horatius.
... . 3. Thy voice sound slike a prophet sword . 4. I tol dher to sen dme those book sof mine . 5. He wen tout of the chur cha teigh to ' clock .. EXERCISES . 1. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls 20 INTRODUCTION . Horatius.
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Thomas Wadleigh Harvey. EXERCISES . 1. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls he flies . 2. Gently , Lord , O gently lead us . 3. A lord and a lady went up at full sail , When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale . 4. Wide o'er the ...
Thomas Wadleigh Harvey. EXERCISES . 1. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls he flies . 2. Gently , Lord , O gently lead us . 3. A lord and a lady went up at full sail , When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale . 4. Wide o'er the ...
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... weary` ; The vine still clings to the moldering wall " , But ǎt ĕvery gŭst the dead leaves fall ' , And the days äre därk and dreary` . Medium Quantity . 1. O , a wonderful stream is 38 INTRODUCTION . Quantity John Littlejohn.
... weary` ; The vine still clings to the moldering wall " , But ǎt ĕvery gŭst the dead leaves fall ' , And the days äre därk and dreary` . Medium Quantity . 1. O , a wonderful stream is 38 INTRODUCTION . Quantity John Littlejohn.
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... wall , and , just when he had done , there came a cannon - ball close by and battered down some of the wall , covering them with dust . The soldier merely shook the dust off his paper , and said , V. 5 WHO IS THE BRAVEST ? 49 My Mother.
... wall , and , just when he had done , there came a cannon - ball close by and battered down some of the wall , covering them with dust . The soldier merely shook the dust off his paper , and said , V. 5 WHO IS THE BRAVEST ? 49 My Mother.
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... walls of flame its withering way ; Where fell the dead , the living stept , Still charging on the guns that swept The slippery streets of Monterey . 4. The foe himself recoiled aghast When , striking where he strongest lay , We swooped ...
... walls of flame its withering way ; Where fell the dead , the living stept , Still charging on the guns that swept The slippery streets of Monterey . 4. The foe himself recoiled aghast When , striking where he strongest lay , We swooped ...
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Стр. 135 - THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Стр. 278 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Стр. 109 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, WHO is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man ; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Стр. 98 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Стр. 310 - Laertes' head.'] And these few precepts in thy memory. Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment • Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Стр. 309 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Стр. 312 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Стр. 176 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Стр. 109 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner-stone thereof: When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Стр. 315 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..