Blackie's graded readers, ed. by M. Paterson, 8. részMaurice Paterson 1880 |
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8. oldal
... voices which on the Epiphany had shouted , " Yea , yea , King Harold , " shouted at Christmas with no less of seeming zeal ... voice of an assembled people . They deemed , or professed to deem , that some evil was being done to the newly ...
... voices which on the Epiphany had shouted , " Yea , yea , King Harold , " shouted at Christmas with no less of seeming zeal ... voice of an assembled people . They deemed , or professed to deem , that some evil was being done to the newly ...
13. oldal
... voice full , strong , and musical , and capable of almost every modula- tion , from the clear mellow tones of the wood - thrush to the savage screams of the bald eagle . In measure and accent he faithfully follows his originals ; in ...
... voice full , strong , and musical , and capable of almost every modula- tion , from the clear mellow tones of the wood - thrush to the savage screams of the bald eagle . In measure and accent he faithfully follows his originals ; in ...
16. oldal
... voice possess ? In what respects is the bird like - in what does he surpass his originals ? How are his own notes described ? How is he occupied while singing ? What impression is produced on a by- stander by listening to his song ? How ...
... voice possess ? In what respects is the bird like - in what does he surpass his originals ? How are his own notes described ? How is he occupied while singing ? What impression is produced on a by- stander by listening to his song ? How ...
18. oldal
... voice of spring , That trills beneath the April sky , Shall greet her with its earliest cry . 6. When , turning round their dial - track , Eastward the lengthening shadows pass , Her little mourners , clad in black , The crickets ...
... voice of spring , That trills beneath the April sky , Shall greet her with its earliest cry . 6. When , turning round their dial - track , Eastward the lengthening shadows pass , Her little mourners , clad in black , The crickets ...
34. oldal
... voice of pain , life would be a series of similar disasters . Without physical pain , infancy would be maimed or perish before experience could in- form it of its dangers . Without pain we could not pro- portion our actions to the ...
... voice of pain , life would be a series of similar disasters . Without physical pain , infancy would be maimed or perish before experience could in- form it of its dangers . Without pain we could not pro- portion our actions to the ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient army Babylon Baiae battle beauty birds blood body breath bright Brutus Cæsar called cells colour Cromwell crown dead death earth Elizabethan Era enemy England English Euphrates eyes Faerie Queen fear feet Ferrex fire flowers gate give hand Hardy hath heart heaven hill honour hope insects Julius Cæsar king Lady Lady Jane Grey land leaf leaves lesson lesson:-What light living Loch Katrine look Lord Mark Antony means miles mind morning mountains nature Nebuchadnezzar Nelson night Nitocris noble o'er Palatine Hill Palmyra passed plants poet Pompeii Porrex Prince queen Questions river Roman Rome Romulus Romulus and Remus roots round Round-leaved Sundew scene Shakspeare ship side Soto soul Spectator spirit stones stream sweet temple thee things thou thought thousand tion Tower trees vegetable voice walls whole wind words
Népszerű szakaszok
298. oldal - In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
180. oldal - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
181. oldal - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; JULIUS CAESAR—43 44—JULIUS CAESAR And Brutus is an honourable man.
12. oldal - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,) Like to a tenement, or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds ; That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself...
284. oldal - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
12. oldal - Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
213. oldal - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
50. oldal - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
283. oldal - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
56. oldal - Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.