Reading-literature, 7. könyvRow, Peterson, 1918 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 33 találatból.
14. oldal
... sounds ; Boots looks in and says , " Tally - ho , sir ; " and they hear the ring and rattle of the four fast trotters and the town- made drag , as it dashes up to the Peacock . " Anything for us , Bob ? " says the burly guard , drop ...
... sounds ; Boots looks in and says , " Tally - ho , sir ; " and they hear the ring and rattle of the four fast trotters and the town- made drag , as it dashes up to the Peacock . " Anything for us , Bob ? " says the burly guard , drop ...
49. oldal
... sound the water made , A sweet , eternal murmur , still the same , And not the same ; and oft , as spring came on , She gathered violets from its fresh moist bank , To place within her bower , and when the herbs Of summer drooped ...
... sound the water made , A sweet , eternal murmur , still the same , And not the same ; and oft , as spring came on , She gathered violets from its fresh moist bank , To place within her bower , and when the herbs Of summer drooped ...
63. oldal
... sound the shining stones , Slid down the stream . The brothers looked and watched And listened with full beating hearts , till now The sight and sound had passed , and silently And half repentant hastened to the lodge . The sun was near ...
... sound the shining stones , Slid down the stream . The brothers looked and watched And listened with full beating hearts , till now The sight and sound had passed , and silently And half repentant hastened to the lodge . The sun was near ...
66. oldal
... sounds And glaring lights , its withering heats , its frosts , Cruel and killing , its delirious strifes , And all its feverish passions , till I die . " So mourned she the long night , and when the morn Brightened the mountains , from ...
... sounds And glaring lights , its withering heats , its frosts , Cruel and killing , its delirious strifes , And all its feverish passions , till I die . " So mourned she the long night , and when the morn Brightened the mountains , from ...
105. oldal
... a council straight . Brief and bitter the debate : " Here's the English at our heels ; would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet , linked together stern and bow , For a prize to Plymouth Sound ? Better run the 105.
... a council straight . Brief and bitter the debate : " Here's the English at our heels ; would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet , linked together stern and bow , For a prize to Plymouth Sound ? Better run the 105.
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Abraham Davenport admiration beautiful began beheld beneath Bishop Boabdil brave brook buffalo Caesar captain carronade cloud Columbus crew cried dancing dark deck door dream Ernest eyes father fight flag followed France Gathergold gave give Gradgrind gunner hand head heard heart heaven Hervé Riel horse hostler Ichabod Ichabod Crane JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jean Valjean JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King knew land laugh light lives looked Lord Madame Magloire message to Garcia morning mother mountain never night passed Pickwick poem poet priest Questions for Study round sail Sanchica seemed Sella ship side sight Sir Launfal Sir Richard Sir Richard Grenville sleep Sleepy Hollow smile star Stone Face stood story tell thee things thou thought told took trees turned valley voice WASHINGTON IRVING wind Winkle word young
Népszerű szakaszok
381. oldal - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
177. oldal - Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...
289. oldal - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
206. oldal - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
25. oldal - There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night — Ten to make and the match to win — A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — '- > '• ' ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game...
330. oldal - This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The. words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! a light! a light! a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a...
408. oldal - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else.
219. oldal - Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by...
234. oldal - The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all : — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
394. oldal - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.