Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, Книга 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... young gardener's mother . On the bridge is the gardener and the mandarin's daughter , and behind them comes the mandarin himself with a long whip . Last of all . there is the mournful willow tree , and in the air a pair of turtle ...
... young gardener's mother . On the bridge is the gardener and the mandarin's daughter , and behind them comes the mandarin himself with a long whip . Last of all . there is the mournful willow tree , and in the air a pair of turtle ...
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... young man and a maiden , and fitted them upon his bed ; and the young man's hands and feet he cut off , but the maiden's AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED 25.
... young man and a maiden , and fitted them upon his bed ; and the young man's hands and feet he cut off , but the maiden's AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED 25.
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... young guest , have I kept you too long waiting ? But Theseus answered , " The man who stretches his guests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet , what shall be done to him , when right is done throughout the land ? " Then the ...
... young guest , have I kept you too long waiting ? But Theseus answered , " The man who stretches his guests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet , what shall be done to him , when right is done throughout the land ? " Then the ...
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... young people are " The Water Babies , " and " The Heroes , " from the latter of which this selection is taken . His most popular novel is " Hypatia . " Truth , crushed to earth , shall rise again , — The eternal years of God are hers ...
... young people are " The Water Babies , " and " The Heroes , " from the latter of which this selection is taken . His most popular novel is " Hypatia . " Truth , crushed to earth , shall rise again , — The eternal years of God are hers ...
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... He wrote poems , essays , lives of great men , and history . One of his best books for young people is that on " Heroes and Hero- Worship . " THE LOCKSMITH OF THE GOLDEN KEY CHARLES DICKENS FROM the 28 FIFTH READER TO-DAY.
... He wrote poems , essays , lives of great men , and history . One of his best books for young people is that on " Heroes and Hero- Worship . " THE LOCKSMITH OF THE GOLDEN KEY CHARLES DICKENS FROM the 28 FIFTH READER TO-DAY.
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Сторінка 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Сторінка 79 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Сторінка 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Сторінка 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
Сторінка 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Сторінка 157 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Сторінка 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
Сторінка 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.