The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], 8. könyvC. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 28 találatból.
40. oldal
... clear sailing . but The next morning every great paper in England had the whole speech . I think it was the design of the men there to break me down on that speech , by fair means or foul , feeling that if they could do that it would be ...
... clear sailing . but The next morning every great paper in England had the whole speech . I think it was the design of the men there to break me down on that speech , by fair means or foul , feeling that if they could do that it would be ...
46. oldal
... through a glass darkly ; to only the rarest and loftiest spirits is vouchsafed that clear vision which gradually comes to all , even the lesser , as the struggle fades into distance , and wounds are forgotten , and peace creeps back to 46.
... through a glass darkly ; to only the rarest and loftiest spirits is vouchsafed that clear vision which gradually comes to all , even the lesser , as the struggle fades into distance , and wounds are forgotten , and peace creeps back to 46.
47. oldal
... clearly that the same high qualities , the same courage , and willingness for self- sacrifice , and devotion to the right as it was given them to see the right , belonged both to the men of the North and to the men of the South . As the ...
... clearly that the same high qualities , the same courage , and willingness for self- sacrifice , and devotion to the right as it was given them to see the right , belonged both to the men of the North and to the men of the South . As the ...
59. oldal
... clear and crisp , and all the hills around us were glowing with the crimson foliage of those little bushes which God created to make burned lands look beautiful . The trail ended in a precipitous gully , down which we scrambled with ...
... clear and crisp , and all the hills around us were glowing with the crimson foliage of those little bushes which God created to make burned lands look beautiful . The trail ended in a precipitous gully , down which we scrambled with ...
82. oldal
... clear or a - cloud with mist , Ruby , garnet and amethyst- Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of , Habersham , In the beds of the valleys of Hall . But oh , not the hills of Habersham , And oh , not ...
... clear or a - cloud with mist , Ruby , garnet and amethyst- Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of , Habersham , In the beds of the valleys of Hall . But oh , not the hills of Habersham , And oh , not ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arms began bells birds Brutus Buck BUNKER HILL MONUMENT called captain Cassius Christmas courage cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote English eyes face feet fish flying frigate Genappe Geraint girl grass Griffith hand head heard heart HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WARD BEECHER HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks King Lady land laugh live looked madam Malaprop master mind morning never night phaëtons pilot plants red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza ship shouted side Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind yards young
Népszerű szakaszok
161. oldal - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
106. oldal - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
103. oldal - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
218. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
108. oldal - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
193. oldal - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
145. oldal - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
193. oldal - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
192. oldal - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
160. oldal - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...