The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... " Buck can 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.
... " Buck can 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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... yards , " John Thornton said coolly . Nobody spoke . He could feel a flush of warm blood creeping up his face . His tongue had tricked him . He did not know whether Buck could start a thousand pounds . Half a ton ! The enormousness of ...
... yards , " John Thornton said coolly . Nobody spoke . He could feel a flush of warm blood creeping up his face . His tongue had tricked him . He did not know whether Buck could start a thousand pounds . Half a ton ! The enormousness of ...
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... yards , a cheer began to grow and grow , which burst into a roar as he passed the firewood and halted at command . Every man was tearing himself loose , even Matthewson . Hats and mittens were flying in the air . Men were shaking hands ...
... yards , a cheer began to grow and grow , which burst into a roar as he passed the firewood and halted at command . Every man was tearing himself loose , even Matthewson . Hats and mittens were flying in the air . Men were shaking hands ...
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... meadow and field rich with the promise of harvest . The fragrance of the pink and hollyhock in the front yard was mingled with the aroma of the orchard and of the gardens , and 50 66 The Homes of the People Henry Woodfin Grady.
... meadow and field rich with the promise of harvest . The fragrance of the pink and hollyhock in the front yard was mingled with the aroma of the orchard and of the gardens , and 50 66 The Homes of the People Henry Woodfin Grady.
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... My rod weighed only four and a quarter ounces ; the fish weighed between six and seven pounds . The water was furious and headstrong . I had only thirty yards of line and no landing - net . " Holà ! Ferdinand ! " I cried . " 66.
... My rod weighed only four and a quarter ounces ; the fish weighed between six and seven pounds . The water was furious and headstrong . I had only thirty yards of line and no landing - net . " Holà ! Ferdinand ! " I cried . " 66.
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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...
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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.
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