The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], 8. könyvC. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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115. oldal
... vessel . " Take one of the braces , " said Johansen : he was standing on the ice . " But is it strong enough ? " " Yes , " he answered . " I have used it as a halyard on my sledge sail all the time . " " Oh , well , it doesn't require ...
... vessel . " Take one of the braces , " said Johansen : he was standing on the ice . " But is it strong enough ? " " Yes , " he answered . " I have used it as a halyard on my sledge sail all the time . " " Oh , well , it doesn't require ...
117. oldal
... vessel , where I first had to take one or two strokes on one side , and then step into the other kayak to take a few strokes on the other side . If I had been able to separate them , and row in one while I towed the other , it would ...
... vessel , where I first had to take one or two strokes on one side , and then step into the other kayak to take a few strokes on the other side . If I had been able to separate them , and row in one while I towed the other , it would ...
146. oldal
... vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas . My mariners- Souls that have toiled and wrought , and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine , and opposed Free hearts , free foreheads ...
... vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas . My mariners- Souls that have toiled and wrought , and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine , and opposed Free hearts , free foreheads ...
213. oldal
... vessel on his back and his clinking brass cups in his hand , shouting , " A remedy for the heat . " - " Cheer up your hearts . ' " Take care of your teeth " ; the boy peddling bread , with an immense tray of thin , flat loaves on his ...
... vessel on his back and his clinking brass cups in his hand , shouting , " A remedy for the heat . " - " Cheer up your hearts . ' " Take care of your teeth " ; the boy peddling bread , with an immense tray of thin , flat loaves on his ...
226. oldal
... vessels on the beach ! France must undergo her fate . " Give the word ! " V But no such word Was ever spoke or heard ; For up stood , for out stepped , for in struck amid all these -A Captain ? A Lieutenant ? A Mate - first , second ...
... vessels on the beach ! France must undergo her fate . " Give the word ! " V But no such word Was ever spoke or heard ; For up stood , for out stepped , for in struck amid all these -A Captain ? A Lieutenant ? A Mate - first , second ...
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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...