The Granville series. Reading book. Standard 1-61881 |
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... never known the like of this or anything approaching to it . We came to Ipswich very late , having had to fight every inch of ground since we were ten miles out of London , and found a cluster of people in the market - place , who had ...
... never known the like of this or anything approaching to it . We came to Ipswich very late , having had to fight every inch of ground since we were ten miles out of London , and found a cluster of people in the market - place , who had ...
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... never a soul to save , If this is Christian work ! " Work - work - work Till the brain begins to swim ; Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , 3 and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the ...
... never a soul to save , If this is Christian work ! " Work - work - work Till the brain begins to swim ; Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , 3 and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the ...
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... never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw , A crust of bread - and rags . 40 That shattered roof , —and this naked floor , — 45 A table , a broken chair , - And a wall so blank , my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ...
... never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw , A crust of bread - and rags . 40 That shattered roof , —and this naked floor , — 45 A table , a broken chair , - And a wall so blank , my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ...
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... Never to hope again.- Enter CROMWELL , amazedly . Why , how now , Cromwell ? What ! amazed Crom . I have no power to speak , sir . Wol . At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder A great man should decline ? Nay , an you 17 weep , I am ...
... Never to hope again.- Enter CROMWELL , amazedly . Why , how now , Cromwell ? What ! amazed Crom . I have no power to speak , sir . Wol . At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder A great man should decline ? Nay , an you 17 weep , I am ...
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... never set ! I have told him What , and how true thou art : he will advance thee : 27 Some little memory of me will stir him ( I know his noble nature ) , not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell , Neglect him not ; make ...
... never set ! I have told him What , and how true thou art : he will advance thee : 27 Some little memory of me will stir him ( I know his noble nature ) , not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell , Neglect him not ; make ...
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appear arms army battle beneath blood body breath broken close comes cried Cromwell dark dead death deep Duke England English Enter eyes face fall fear feet fell fire follow force French give half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven height hill honour hope horse hour Hubert John king land leave length letter light live look Lord means mind never night noble NOTES o'er once passed poor Prince ranks rest Ring rising river round scene seemed seen ship side silent smile soldiers soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand told took turned village voice wave wind young
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Сторінка 72 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Сторінка 8 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. " Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." " Why, 'twas a very wicked thing," Said little Wilhelmine. " Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. "...
Сторінка 196 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Сторінка 297 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Сторінка 101 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Сторінка 222 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Сторінка 93 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Сторінка 298 - All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed : "Sure enough ! It is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor. Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
Сторінка 280 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Сторінка 230 - Take thine eyes off the bridge, said he, and tell me if thou yet seest anything thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.