Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Книга 1Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1898 |
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... means of thrift- less folly , that to give gold to youth is giving fuel to fire , and furnishing them with the means of self - destruction . " Walter waited patiently until the queen had done , and then modestly assured her that gold ...
... means of thrift- less folly , that to give gold to youth is giving fuel to fire , and furnishing them with the means of self - destruction . " Walter waited patiently until the queen had done , and then modestly assured her that gold ...
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... means of which he beheld , to his alarm and surprise , that the marabout raised his head gently from the ground , so as to survey all around him , moving with a well - adjusted precaution , which seemed entirely inconsistent with a ...
... means of which he beheld , to his alarm and surprise , that the marabout raised his head gently from the ground , so as to survey all around him , moving with a well - adjusted precaution , which seemed entirely inconsistent with a ...
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... means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young firebrand . Much less did it resemble that of any known herb , weed , or flower . A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed ...
... means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young firebrand . Much less did it resemble that of any known herb , weed , or flower . A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed ...
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... mean to say that I know , of my own knowledge , what there is particularly dead about a door- nail . I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade . But the wisdom of our ...
... mean to say that I know , of my own knowledge , what there is particularly dead about a door- nail . I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade . But the wisdom of our ...
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... mean that , I am sure ? ” What " I do , " said Scrooge . " Merry Christmas ! right have you to be merry ? Out upon Merry Christ- mas ! What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money ; a time for finding yourself ...
... mean that , I am sure ? ” What " I do , " said Scrooge . " Merry Christmas ! right have you to be merry ? Out upon Merry Christ- mas ! What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money ; a time for finding yourself ...
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Сторінка 167 - ... now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure we are met on a great battlefield of that war we have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live...
Сторінка 257 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 203 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 266 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Сторінка 243 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and show'd how fields were won; Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 319 - An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! To a Mountain Daisy ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH IN APRIL 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe to greet The purpling east.
Сторінка 324 - And sage experience bids me this declare, — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Сторінка 224 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Сторінка 318 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Сторінка 245 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.