Story and Play Readers: Eighth yearAnna May Irwin Lütkenhaus Century Company, 1917 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 19 találatból.
7. oldal
... Dickon , he ' s twelve years old and he's got a young pony he calls his own . MARY . Where did he get it ? MARTHA . He found it on the moor with its mother when it was a little one , and he began to make friends with it and give it bits ...
... Dickon , he ' s twelve years old and he's got a young pony he calls his own . MARY . Where did he get it ? MARTHA . He found it on the moor with its mother when it was a little one , and he began to make friends with it and give it bits ...
8. oldal
... Dickon and Phil and Jane and the rest of them had what ' s here under their pinafores . MARY . Why don't you take it to them ? MARTHA . It's not mine . And this is n't my day out . I get my day out once a month same as the rest . Then I ...
... Dickon and Phil and Jane and the rest of them had what ' s here under their pinafores . MARY . Why don't you take it to them ? MARTHA . It's not mine . And this is n't my day out . I get my day out once a month same as the rest . Then I ...
12. oldal
... Dickon talks to his wild things on the moor . MARY . Do you know Dickon ? BEN WEATHERSTAFF . 12 STORY AND PLAY READERS.
... Dickon talks to his wild things on the moor . MARY . Do you know Dickon ? BEN WEATHERSTAFF . 12 STORY AND PLAY READERS.
13. oldal
Anna May Irwin Lütkenhaus. MARY . Do you know Dickon ? BEN WEATHERSTAFF . Everybody knows him . Dick- on ' s wandering about everywhere . The very blackberries and heather - bells know him . I warrant the foxes show him where their cubs ...
Anna May Irwin Lütkenhaus. MARY . Do you know Dickon ? BEN WEATHERSTAFF . Everybody knows him . Dick- on ' s wandering about everywhere . The very blackberries and heather - bells know him . I warrant the foxes show him where their cubs ...
14. oldal
... Dickon , Martha's brother , brings her seeds and shows her how to plant them . By the aid of the robin she finds the key and the door leading into the Secret Garden . She is gradually growing into a happier and healthier little girl ...
... Dickon , Martha's brother , brings her seeds and shows her how to plant them . By the aid of the robin she finds the key and the door leading into the Secret Garden . She is gradually growing into a happier and healthier little girl ...
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ALLAN-BANE Artemidorus ARTIST ATTORNEY Bassanio bells BEN WEATHERSTAFF BERKELEY blood brave Brutus Bryan Fairfax Cæsar Casca CASS Cassius child CITIZENS CLERK COLIN conspirators coöperation court CRAVEN dear death Decius Dickon door doth Douglas DUKE ELLEN father fear flag give Governor hand hath hear heard heart honorable Ides of March JAMES FITZ-JAMES Julius Cæsar jury King LADY LADY BERKELEY land live look maid MAJOR FAIRFAX Mark Antony MARTHA MARY Medlock Mistress Payne mother Nathaniel Bacon naught never night noble o'er pardon PENELOPE play poor Portia pray prisoner PUPIL rebel ring robin RODERICK DHU Roman Rome SCENE Secret Garden Shylock sing Sir William Berkeley smile soldier song Sowerby speak SPIRIT OF LIBERTY stand Star Spangled Banner tell thee thine things thou traitors walk WEATHERSTAFF words young
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169. oldal - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
140. oldal - The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But. mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
99. oldal - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone), They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
98. oldal - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
168. oldal - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
105. oldal - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
97. 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, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
146. oldal - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
166. oldal - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, " This was a man !
196. oldal - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me...