The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, 4. könyvC. Sower Company, 1899 |
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16. oldal
... hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung . There Honor comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! III . THE LITTLE MATCH ...
... hands their knell is rung , By forms unseen their dirge is sung . There Honor comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! III . THE LITTLE MATCH ...
17. oldal
... hand . No one had bought anything of her the whole day , nor had any one given her even a penny . Shivering with ... hands were almost frozen with the cold . Ah ! perhaps a burning match might be some good , if she could draw it from the ...
... hand . No one had bought anything of her the whole day , nor had any one given her even a penny . Shivering with ... hands were almost frozen with the cold . Ah ! perhaps a burning match might be some good , if she could draw it from the ...
19. oldal
... hand over it . It was really a wonderful light . It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove , with polished brass feet and a brass ornament . How the fire burned ! It seemed so beautifully warm that the ...
... hand over it . It was really a wonderful light . It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove , with polished brass feet and a brass ornament . How the fire burned ! It seemed so beautifully warm that the ...
20. oldal
... hand toward them . The match went out ! The Christmas lights rose higher and higher , till they looked to her like the stars in the sky . Then she saw a star fall , leaving behind it a bright streak of fire . " Some one is dying ...
... hand toward them . The match went out ! The Christmas lights rose higher and higher , till they looked to her like the stars in the sky . Then she saw a star fall , leaving behind it a bright streak of fire . " Some one is dying ...
21. oldal
... hand , one bundle of which was burnt . " She tried to warm herself , " said some . No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen , nor with what glory she had entered with her grand- mother into the New Year . NOTES FOR STUDY . I ...
... hand , one bundle of which was burnt . " She tried to warm herself , " said some . No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen , nor with what glory she had entered with her grand- mother into the New Year . NOTES FOR STUDY . I ...
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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!