The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... reach , should they happen to be pursued . As for Sancho Panza , he rode like a patriarch , with his canvas knapsack , or wallet , and his leathern bottle , having a huge desire to see himself governor of the island which his master had ...
... reach , should they happen to be pursued . As for Sancho Panza , he rode like a patriarch , with his canvas knapsack , or wallet , and his leathern bottle , having a huge desire to see himself governor of the island which his master had ...
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... reach two leagues in length . " " Pray look better , sir , " quoth Sancho ; " those things yonder are no giants , but windmills , and the arms you fancy , are their sails , which being whirled about by the wind , make the mill go ...
... reach two leagues in length . " " Pray look better , sir , " quoth Sancho ; " those things yonder are no giants , but windmills , and the arms you fancy , are their sails , which being whirled about by the wind , make the mill go ...
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... reach him , and he called out , " Shake my umbrella ! " and he reached it over ; I shook it , and as I did so he shouted , " By Jock ! Nobody shall touch that umbrella again ! " ABRAHAM LINCOLN THEODORE ROOSEVELT We have met here to ...
... reach him , and he called out , " Shake my umbrella ! " and he reached it over ; I shook it , and as I did so he shouted , " By Jock ! Nobody shall touch that umbrella again ! " ABRAHAM LINCOLN THEODORE ROOSEVELT We have met here to ...
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... reach of the fish . A little scrambling over the rocks brought me to a point where I could easily cast over him . He was lying in a swift , smooth , narrow channel between two large stones . It was a snug resting - place , and no doubt ...
... reach of the fish . A little scrambling over the rocks brought me to a point where I could easily cast over him . He was lying in a swift , smooth , narrow channel between two large stones . It was a snug resting - place , and no doubt ...
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... reach . Then he makes a swift movement , like that of a mower swing- ing a scythe , takes the fish into the net head first , and lands him without a slip . I felt sure that Ferdinand was going to do the trick in precisely this way with ...
... reach . Then he makes a swift movement , like that of a mower swing- ing a scythe , takes the fish into the net head first , and lands him without a slip . I felt sure that Ferdinand was going to do the trick in precisely this way with ...
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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 161 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
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...