Reading-literature, 7. könyvRow, Peterson, 1918 |
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25. oldal
... voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks : " Play up ! play up ! and play the game ! " This is the word that year by year , While in her place the School is set , Every one of her sons must hear , And none that hears it dare forget . This ...
... voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks : " Play up ! play up ! and play the game ! " This is the word that year by year , While in her place the School is set , Every one of her sons must hear , And none that hears it dare forget . This ...
32. oldal
... voice of Seraph leading foremost and loudest ― a cheer that rolled mellow and triumphant down the cold bright air , like the blasts of trumpets , and thrilled on Bertie's ear where he came down the course a mile away . It made his heart ...
... voice of Seraph leading foremost and loudest ― a cheer that rolled mellow and triumphant down the cold bright air , like the blasts of trumpets , and thrilled on Bertie's ear where he came down the course a mile away . It made his heart ...
45. oldal
... voice used to say , " God bless my brother and the star ! " And so the time came , all too soon ! when the child looked out alone , and when there was no face on the bed ; and when there was a little grave among the graves , not there ...
... voice used to say , " God bless my brother and the star ! " And so the time came , all too soon ! when the child looked out alone , and when there was no face on the bed ; and when there was a little grave among the graves , not there ...
53. oldal
... voice and sweetly laughed . Gayly we leaped the crag and swam the pool , And swept with dimpling eddies round the rock , And glided between shady meadow banks . The streamlet , broadening as we went , became A swelling river , and we ...
... voice and sweetly laughed . Gayly we leaped the crag and swam the pool , And swept with dimpling eddies round the rock , And glided between shady meadow banks . The streamlet , broadening as we went , became A swelling river , and we ...
66. oldal
... voices soft As ripple of light waves along the shore , Uttering the tenderest words ! Oh ! ne'er again Shall I , in your mild aspects , read the peace That dwells within , and vainly shall I pine To hear your sweet low voices . Haply ...
... voices soft As ripple of light waves along the shore , Uttering the tenderest words ! Oh ! ne'er again Shall I , in your mild aspects , read the peace That dwells within , and vainly shall I pine To hear your sweet low voices . Haply ...
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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.