The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... Gray ( Fleming H. Revell Company ) ; " Two Great Commanders , " by William P. Trent ( Small , Maynard & Co. ) . MICHIGAN STATE NORMAL COLLEGE , June 1 , 1903 . CONTENTS ELIZABETH ; OR THE EXILES OF SIBERIA THE DAWN PREFACE 5.
... Gray ( Fleming H. Revell Company ) ; " Two Great Commanders , " by William P. Trent ( Small , Maynard & Co. ) . MICHIGAN STATE NORMAL COLLEGE , June 1 , 1903 . CONTENTS ELIZABETH ; OR THE EXILES OF SIBERIA THE DAWN PREFACE 5.
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... THE OPEN AIR THE BURIAL OF GRANT WATERLOO . • Lord Byron 222 William Cunningham Gray 227 THE NIGHT BEFORE WATERLOO THE MORAL RIGHTS OF ANIMALS John Bach McMaster 235 PAGE PAGE ARISTOPHANES ARNOLD , SIR EDWIN BEECHER , HENRY 8 CONTENTS.
... THE OPEN AIR THE BURIAL OF GRANT WATERLOO . • Lord Byron 222 William Cunningham Gray 227 THE NIGHT BEFORE WATERLOO THE MORAL RIGHTS OF ANIMALS John Bach McMaster 235 PAGE PAGE ARISTOPHANES ARNOLD , SIR EDWIN BEECHER , HENRY 8 CONTENTS.
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... Gray 452 457 CLEOPATRA AND HER BARGE THE BIRDS . Translated from Aristophanes by John Hookham Frere 467 ( from " Antony and Cleopatra " ) William Shakespeare 464 THE CAPITOL AT WASHINGTON Two GREAT COMMANDERS John D. Long 479 William P ...
... Gray 452 457 CLEOPATRA AND HER BARGE THE BIRDS . Translated from Aristophanes by John Hookham Frere 467 ( from " Antony and Cleopatra " ) William Shakespeare 464 THE CAPITOL AT WASHINGTON Two GREAT COMMANDERS John D. Long 479 William P ...
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... GRAY , THOMAS 452 GRAY , WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM 227 HALLECK , FITZ - GREENE 181 . HAWTHORNE , NATHANIEL 291 GEORGE BURROUGHS , JOHN • 261 , 276 HAZLITT , WILLIAM . 448 213 HOLLAND , JOSIAH GILBERT 20 BYRON , GEORGE GORDON , LORD HOLMES , DR ...
... GRAY , THOMAS 452 GRAY , WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM 227 HALLECK , FITZ - GREENE 181 . HAWTHORNE , NATHANIEL 291 GEORGE BURROUGHS , JOHN • 261 , 276 HAZLITT , WILLIAM . 448 213 HOLLAND , JOSIAH GILBERT 20 BYRON , GEORGE GORDON , LORD HOLMES , DR ...
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... gray went grandly , with white mane flapping the air like a signal flag of reprieve . We must make the most of the levels . 20 Rougher work and obstacles were before us . All the wild , triumphal music I had ever heard sang in my ears ...
... gray went grandly , with white mane flapping the air like a signal flag of reprieve . We must make the most of the levels . 20 Rougher work and obstacles were before us . All the wild , triumphal music I had ever heard sang in my ears ...
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Стр. 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Стр. 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Стр. 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Стр. 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Стр. 364 - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Стр. 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. 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 ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Стр. 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.