The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... of Red Calico . From The Lady or the Tiger , and Other Stories 265 • 66 66 66 The Eagle Ulysses · · 66 66 66 18 . 145 Geraint Wins His Bride . From The Idylls of the King 178 NAME THACKERAY , WILLIAM MAKE- PEACE VAN DYKE , HENRY xi.
... of Red Calico . From The Lady or the Tiger , and Other Stories 265 • 66 66 66 The Eagle Ulysses · · 66 66 66 18 . 145 Geraint Wins His Bride . From The Idylls of the King 178 NAME THACKERAY , WILLIAM MAKE- PEACE VAN DYKE , HENRY xi.
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... start a thousand pounds . " " And break it out ? and walk off with it for a hun- dred yards ? " demanded Matthewson , a Bonanza King , he of the seven hundred vaunt . " And break it out , and walk off with 12 Jack London.
... start a thousand pounds . " " And break it out ? and walk off with it for a hun- dred yards ? " demanded Matthewson , a Bonanza King , he of the seven hundred vaunt . " And break it out , and walk off with 12 Jack London.
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... King and old - time comrade , caught his eyes . It was as a cue to him , seeming to rouse him to do what he would never have dreamed of doing . Several hundred men , furred and mittened , banked around the sled within easy distance ...
... King and old - time comrade , caught his eyes . It was as a cue to him , seeming to rouse him to do what he would never have dreamed of doing . Several hundred men , furred and mittened , banked around the sled within easy distance ...
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... king of the Skookum Benches ; " eight hundred just as he stands . " Thornton shook his head and stepped to Buck's side . " You must stand off from him , " Matthewson pro- tested . " Free play and plenty of room . " The crowd fell silent ...
... king of the Skookum Benches ; " eight hundred just as he stands . " Thornton shook his head and stepped to Buck's side . " You must stand off from him , " Matthewson pro- tested . " Free play and plenty of room . " The crowd fell silent ...
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... King ; " a thousand , sir - twelve hundred , sir . " Thornton rose to his feet . His eyes were wet . The tears were streaming frankly down his cheeks . " Sir , " he said to the Skookum Bench King , " no , sir . It's the best that I can ...
... King ; " a thousand , sir - twelve hundred , sir . " Thornton rose to his feet . His eyes were wet . The tears were streaming frankly down his cheeks . " Sir , " he said to the Skookum Bench King , " no , sir . It's the best that I can ...
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arms began bells birds Brutus Buck BUNKER HILL MONUMENT called captain Cassius Christmas courage cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote English eyes face feet fish flying frigate Genappe Geraint girl grass Griffith hand head heard heart HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WARD BEECHER HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks King Lady land laugh live looked madam Malaprop master mind morning never night phaëtons pilot plants red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza ship shouted side Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind yards young
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Сторінка 106 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Сторінка 103 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Сторінка 218 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Сторінка 108 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Сторінка 193 - 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, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Сторінка 145 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Сторінка 193 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Сторінка 192 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Сторінка 160 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...