The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... thou and I do but live , it may happen that before we have passed six days together I may conquer some kingdom , having many other kingdoms annexed to its imperial crown ; and this would fall out most luckily for thee ; for then would I ...
... thou and I do but live , it may happen that before we have passed six days together I may conquer some kingdom , having many other kingdoms annexed to its imperial crown ; and this would fall out most luckily for thee ; for then would I ...
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... thou art but little acquainted with adventures ! I tell thee , they are giants ; and therefore if thou art afraid , go aside and say thy prayers , for I am resolved to engage in a dreadful unequal combat against them all . " This said ...
... thou art but little acquainted with adventures ! I tell thee , they are giants ; and therefore if thou art afraid , go aside and say thy prayers , for I am resolved to engage in a dreadful unequal combat against them all . " This said ...
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... thou be'st a Roman , take it forth : I , that denied thee gold , will give my heart . Strike , as thou didst at Cæsar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lovedst him better Then ever thou lovedst Cassius . Bru . Sheathe ...
... thou be'st a Roman , take it forth : I , that denied thee gold , will give my heart . Strike , as thou didst at Cæsar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lovedst him better Then ever thou lovedst Cassius . Bru . Sheathe ...
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... mother chides , and leave you so . Greatly begin ! though thou have time - But for a line , be that sublime , Not failure , but low aim is crime . -J . R. LOWELL . HOW BEECHER CONQUERED HIS AUDIENCE HENRY WARD BEECHER I went 35.
... mother chides , and leave you so . Greatly begin ! though thou have time - But for a line , be that sublime , Not failure , but low aim is crime . -J . R. LOWELL . HOW BEECHER CONQUERED HIS AUDIENCE HENRY WARD BEECHER I went 35.
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... perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke white , Glimmered the white moon - shine . " God save thee , ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! - Why look'st thou so ? " - " With my 104.
... perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke white , Glimmered the white moon - shine . " God save thee , ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! - Why look'st thou so ? " - " With my 104.
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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...