The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, 4. könyvC. Sower Company, 1899 |
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17. oldal
... father would certainly beat her ; besides , it was almost as cold at home as here , for they had only the roof to cover them , through which the wind howled , although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags . Her ...
... father would certainly beat her ; besides , it was almost as cold at home as here , for they had only the roof to cover them , through which the wind howled , although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags . Her ...
25. oldal
... father nor mother , nor any of her brothers , could do ; but she would not allow her teacher to show her . She was resolutely determined to find out the way for herself , and at last she suc- ceeded ; and very proud and happy she was ...
... father nor mother , nor any of her brothers , could do ; but she would not allow her teacher to show her . She was resolutely determined to find out the way for herself , and at last she suc- ceeded ; and very proud and happy she was ...
32. oldal
... father ? " Here , at least , I had touched some sensi- tive chord in the small heart . The sweet mouth trembled a little , as she replied , " Yes , sir ; but father went away , and left us seven years ago , when I was a baby ; and now ...
... father ? " Here , at least , I had touched some sensi- tive chord in the small heart . The sweet mouth trembled a little , as she replied , " Yes , sir ; but father went away , and left us seven years ago , when I was a baby ; and now ...
33. oldal
... father worked in his mill once , and then father fell sick , and he told Mr. Hudson that he was coming home as soon as he got well again . But that was almost a year ago , and he has not come yet . " " Do you know where this Mr. Hudson ...
... father worked in his mill once , and then father fell sick , and he told Mr. Hudson that he was coming home as soon as he got well again . But that was almost a year ago , and he has not come yet . " " Do you know where this Mr. Hudson ...
35. oldal
... father and child , and added that he had already advertised for news of the missing man . Several weeks passed by , during which time , through cold and snow and storm , Little Pop - Corn failed not to come every morning with her basket ...
... father and child , and added that he had already advertised for news of the missing man . Several weeks passed by , during which time , through cold and snow and storm , Little Pop - Corn failed not to come every morning with her basket ...
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Anthony Benezet apple tree asked beautiful bees bells Bennie bird Blossom blue boat brave bright brothers called child CHRISTOPHER SOWER cold cows cried dear death deep DONALD GRANT MITCHELL door Dumling emperor eyes face father fish flowers Floy Gluck gold Golden River Gray hand head hear heard heart Heigh-ho hiving place Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Hull judgment day king kobold laugh light little girl Little white Lily look LORD TENNYSON Mary of Argyle morning mother mountain never night Nightingale NOTES FOR STUDY o'er passed Paul poor Prascovia pupil rain rocks rose round seemed shillings sing sleep smile snow song sound stood sweet tact tears tell thee thing thou thought turned umbrella voice walked watch waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder words
Népszerű szakaszok
350. oldal - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in.
299. oldal - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
168. oldal - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
233. oldal - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
125. oldal - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
234. oldal - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
43. oldal - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
84. oldal - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
16. oldal - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
266. oldal - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold, strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down!