The Lee Readers: First-[fifth] book, 5. könyvAmerican Book Company, 1902 |
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7. oldal
... Arms The Rising in 1776 Stopped Payment The Death of the Flowers . Solomon's Choice The Bivouac of the Dead A Lesson from Agassiz The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz The Marvelous Tower The Burial of Moses Rip Van Winkle's Waking ...
... Arms The Rising in 1776 Stopped Payment The Death of the Flowers . Solomon's Choice The Bivouac of the Dead A Lesson from Agassiz The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz The Marvelous Tower The Burial of Moses Rip Van Winkle's Waking ...
21. oldal
... arms and hurried away to Virginia battlefields . Here he was joined a few months later by his brother Clifford . The two boys - they were hardly were in battles , but remained unhurt and to- many gether . Each refused offered promotion ...
... arms and hurried away to Virginia battlefields . Here he was joined a few months later by his brother Clifford . The two boys - they were hardly were in battles , but remained unhurt and to- many gether . Each refused offered promotion ...
37. oldal
... arm on the barrel , he was slowly elevating the muzzle , when an exclamation from Uncas , who sat in the bow , once more caused him to suspend the shot . " What now , lad ? " demanded Hawk- eye ; " you saved a Huron from the death ...
... arm on the barrel , he was slowly elevating the muzzle , when an exclamation from Uncas , who sat in the bow , once more caused him to suspend the shot . " What now , lad ? " demanded Hawk- eye ; " you saved a Huron from the death ...
65. oldal
... ride away from me ; First - born , for whom by day and night I yearn , Balanced and just are all of God's decrees ; Thou art avenged , my first - born , sleep in peace ! " AN APPEAL TO ARMS BY PATRICK HENRY Henry was an 65.
... ride away from me ; First - born , for whom by day and night I yearn , Balanced and just are all of God's decrees ; Thou art avenged , my first - born , sleep in peace ! " AN APPEAL TO ARMS BY PATRICK HENRY Henry was an 65.
66. oldal
First-[fifth] book Edna Henry Lee Turpin. AN APPEAL TO ARMS BY PATRICK HENRY Henry was an American statesman and orator . He was born in Virginia in 1736 and died in 1799. This selection is from his famous speech in the Virginia ...
First-[fifth] book Edna Henry Lee Turpin. AN APPEAL TO ARMS BY PATRICK HENRY Henry was an American statesman and orator . He was born in Virginia in 1736 and died in 1799. This selection is from his famous speech in the Virginia ...
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193. oldal - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door ; "Tis some visitor," I muttered, ' ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
379. oldal - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
207. oldal - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
195. oldal - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
218. oldal - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
96. oldal - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
120. oldal - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
198. oldal - Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
166. oldal - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?
367. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.