The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], 8. könyvC. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 68 találatból.
1. oldal
... never- furled riding - sail , rolled to and fro on the heaving deck in the moonlight ; and the pile of fish by the stern shone like a dump of fluid silver . In the hold there were tramplings and rumblings where Disko Troop and Tom Platt ...
... never- furled riding - sail , rolled to and fro on the heaving deck in the moonlight ; and the pile of fish by the stern shone like a dump of fluid silver . In the hold there were tramplings and rumblings where Disko Troop and Tom Platt ...
6. oldal
... never stopped till the pen was empty . The instant the last fish was down , Disko Troop rolled aft to the cabin with his brother ; Manuel and Long Jack went forward ; Tom Platt only waited long enough to slide home the hatch ere he too ...
... never stopped till the pen was empty . The instant the last fish was down , Disko Troop rolled aft to the cabin with his brother ; Manuel and Long Jack went forward ; Tom Platt only waited long enough to slide home the hatch ere he too ...
7. oldal
... never seen a grampus up - eend before ? You'll see ' em by hun- dreds ' fore ye're through . Say , it's good to hev a boy aboard again . Otto was too old , an ' a Dutchy at that . Him an ' me we fought consid'ble . Wouldn't ha ' keered ...
... never seen a grampus up - eend before ? You'll see ' em by hun- dreds ' fore ye're through . Say , it's good to hev a boy aboard again . Otto was too old , an ' a Dutchy at that . Him an ' me we fought consid'ble . Wouldn't ha ' keered ...
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... never , as now , had he faced the possibility of it , the eyes of a dozen men fixed upon him , silent and waiting . " I've got a sled standing outside now , with twenty fifty - pound sacks of flour on it , " Matthewson went on with ...
... never , as now , had he faced the possibility of it , the eyes of a dozen men fixed upon him , silent and waiting . " I've got a sled standing outside now , with twenty fifty - pound sacks of flour on it , " Matthewson went on with ...
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... never really came to a dead stop again half an inch . . an inch two inches • • The jerks perceptibly dimin- ished ; as the sled gained momentum , he caught them up , till it was moving steadily along . Men gasped and began to breathe ...
... never really came to a dead stop again half an inch . . an inch two inches • • The jerks perceptibly dimin- ished ; as the sled gained momentum , he caught them up , till it was moving steadily along . Men gasped and began to breathe ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arms asked bells birds Buck Bunker Hill Monument called captain Cassius Christmas cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote Emerson English Enid eyes feet fish frigate Genappe Geraint girl Griffith Habersham hand head heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks keep King Lady land laugh live look madam Malaprop mind morning never night pilot red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled round Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza sequoia ship shoals shouted side silent Sir Peter Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind Windsor uniform 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...