The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, 4. könyvC. Sower Company, 1899 |
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27. oldal
... Weary not through the heat of summer , Weary not through the cold spring rain ; But wait till the autumn comes For the sheaves of golden grain . Scatter the seed , and fear not , A table FOURTH READER . 27 Adelaide A Procter.
... Weary not through the heat of summer , Weary not through the cold spring rain ; But wait till the autumn comes For the sheaves of golden grain . Scatter the seed , and fear not , A table FOURTH READER . 27 Adelaide A Procter.
28. oldal
Martin Grove Brumbaugh. Scatter the seed , and fear not , A table will be spread ; What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard - earned bread ; Sow , while the earth is broken , For the hungry must be fed . — Sow ; while the seeds ...
Martin Grove Brumbaugh. Scatter the seed , and fear not , A table will be spread ; What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard - earned bread ; Sow , while the earth is broken , For the hungry must be fed . — Sow ; while the seeds ...
29. oldal
... fears , You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to - day in tears . VII . - THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH . JOHANN C. F. SCHILLER . There are three lessons I would write , Three words , as with a burning pen , In tracings of eternal ...
... fears , You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to - day in tears . VII . - THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH . JOHANN C. F. SCHILLER . There are three lessons I would write , Three words , as with a burning pen , In tracings of eternal ...
39. oldal
... fear . The dog stopped , drew back , and seemed to show respect to the heroic bird . The gentleman called his dog away . He reverently walked away saying , " She is a little heroine . even the fear of death . Love is mightier than fear ...
... fear . The dog stopped , drew back , and seemed to show respect to the heroic bird . The gentleman called his dog away . He reverently walked away saying , " She is a little heroine . even the fear of death . Love is mightier than fear ...
43. oldal
Martin Grove Brumbaugh. 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 ...
Martin Grove Brumbaugh. 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 ...
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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
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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!