The Hawthorne Readers, Книга 5Globe School Book Company, 1904 |
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... answer roughly to our " personal " prose , although the difference of sub- ject - matter seems to make it somewhat ... answering to it in our scheme of prose . The dramatist presents charac- ters who speak in their own persons , and the ...
... answer roughly to our " personal " prose , although the difference of sub- ject - matter seems to make it somewhat ... answering to it in our scheme of prose . The dramatist presents charac- ters who speak in their own persons , and the ...
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... answered and I replied . Three or four letters of a side had passed , when my father happened to find my papers and read them . Without entering into the discussion , he took occasion to talk to me about the manner of my writing ...
... answered and I replied . Three or four letters of a side had passed , when my father happened to find my papers and read them . Without entering into the discussion , he took occasion to talk to me about the manner of my writing ...
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... Answering not with bitter word , Turning not for chiding . Came a troop with broadswords swinging , Bits and bridles sharply ringing , Loose and free and froward ; Quoth the foremost , " Ride him down ! Push him ! prick him ! through ...
... Answering not with bitter word , Turning not for chiding . Came a troop with broadswords swinging , Bits and bridles sharply ringing , Loose and free and froward ; Quoth the foremost , " Ride him down ! Push him ! prick him ! through ...
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... answer wrong with wrong , Scoffing with the scoffer ? " Happier I , with loss of all , Hunted , outlawed , held in thrall , With few friends to greet me , Than when reeve and squire were seen Riding out from Aberdeen , With bared heads ...
... answer wrong with wrong , Scoffing with the scoffer ? " Happier I , with loss of all , Hunted , outlawed , held in thrall , With few friends to greet me , Than when reeve and squire were seen Riding out from Aberdeen , With bared heads ...
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... answer to the present guards ; be- yond , on either side , young Brooke and the other bull - dogs answer to the present ends . he of Russia : i.e. , the Czar . off your side : A player who is ahead of the ball is " off side , " i.e. ...
... answer to the present guards ; be- yond , on either side , young Brooke and the other bull - dogs answer to the present ends . he of Russia : i.e. , the Czar . off your side : A player who is ahead of the ball is " off side , " i.e. ...
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Сторінка 281 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 138 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 185 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Сторінка 282 - With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 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 396 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Сторінка 490 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Сторінка 259 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Сторінка 98 - And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.
Сторінка 494 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 434 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.