Hazen's Primer and First-[fifth] Reader, 4. könyvSheldon, 1895 |
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xix. oldal
... thou , in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles , thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb . Success to the successful thistle - sifter . When a twister , a - twisting , will twist him a twist , For twisting ...
... thou , in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles , thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb . Success to the successful thistle - sifter . When a twister , a - twisting , will twist him a twist , For twisting ...
xxvii. oldal
... thou the prophets ? I know that thou believest . A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches . If you touch fire , you will be burned . If you touch pitch , you will be defiled . If you have bad associates , your character will ...
... thou the prophets ? I know that thou believest . A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches . If you touch fire , you will be burned . If you touch pitch , you will be defiled . If you have bad associates , your character will ...
xxxii. oldal
... thou is grammatically understood . When supplied , it makes the measure regular , but spoils the verse . " Dawn on our | darkness and | lend us thine | aid . " " The storm was long , and in wild | commotion It swept into mountains the ...
... thou is grammatically understood . When supplied , it makes the measure regular , but spoils the verse . " Dawn on our | darkness and | lend us thine | aid . " " The storm was long , and in wild | commotion It swept into mountains the ...
52. oldal
... Thou dost expectant nature wrong , Delaying long : delay no more . 2. What stays thee from the clouded noons , Thy sweetness from its proper place ? Can trouble live with April days , Or sadness in the summer moons ? 3. Bring orchis ...
... Thou dost expectant nature wrong , Delaying long : delay no more . 2. What stays thee from the clouded noons , Thy sweetness from its proper place ? Can trouble live with April days , Or sadness in the summer moons ? 3. Bring orchis ...
53. oldal
... thou " and " thy " used instead of " you " and " your " ? When does spring begin ? 66 VI . POETRY . 1. To me the world's an open book , Of sweet and pleasant poetry ; I read it in the running brook That sings its way toward the sea . It ...
... thou " and " thy " used instead of " you " and " your " ? When does spring begin ? 66 VI . POETRY . 1. To me the world's an open book , Of sweet and pleasant poetry ; I read it in the running brook That sings its way toward the sea . It ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
accented Antonio gate battle beast bees bells are ringing birds boat brave breath cæsura called Charley clouds coming cried Croesus crown dead dream earth Edmund Andros emphasis enemies eyes father feet fire flowers foot give graphite hand happy head heart heaven heigh-ho Herakles horse inflection Jews Judas Kenaday king land leaves lesson light lion live looked loud Lysias Maspha Mattathias meaning meant meter morning mountains never Nezahualcoyotl night o'er oak tree passed pause poem poetic poetry Poor Richard says porringer prose replied rich ring round Sancho SANCHO PANZA Shac shadows Sicilian sleep soldiers Solon soon sound stanza stars stood sweet syllables tell thee things thought thousand tone trunk shot Tunis umbrella unaccented verse voice walk wild wild dance wind wood words young
Népszerű szakaszok
xxviii. oldal - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
253. oldal - Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best, And love, with fear, the only God ; to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
384. oldal - Men! with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
250. oldal - You call them goods ; but, if you do not take care, they will prove evils to some of you. You expect they will be sold cheap, and perhaps they may for less than they cost ; but, if you have no occasion for them, they must be dear to you. Remember what Poor Richard says : Buy what thou hast no need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy necessaries.
352. oldal - With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill...
387. oldal - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
327. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
247. oldal - If Time be of all Things the most precious, wasting Time must be, as Poor Richard says, the greatest Prodigality; since, as he elsewhere tells us, Lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough...
277. oldal - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
327. oldal - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...