Higher Lessons in English: A Work on English Grammar and Composition, a Course of Practical Lessons Carefully Graded, and Adapted to Every-day Use in the School-room, 2. könyv

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Maynard, Merrill, & Company, 1896 - 462 oldal
 

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318. oldal - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
107. oldal - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
313. oldal - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
314. oldal - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
173. oldal - And we said unto my lord, The lad cannot leave his father : for if he should leave his father, his father would die.
339. oldal - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
341. oldal - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
316. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
155. oldal - Second street, and asked for biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston ; but they, it seems, were not made in Philadelphia. Then I asked for a three-penny loaf, and was told they had none such.
348. oldal - And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea like a man's hand.

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