Choice Literature: For Grammar Grades, Книга 1American Book Company, 1898 |
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... telling stories and did it remarkably well , thus early showing his bent of mind . His poems were written before his novels . The more noted ones are " Lay of the Last Minstrel , " 99 66 Marmion , ' Lady of the Lake , " " Rokeby , " and ...
... telling stories and did it remarkably well , thus early showing his bent of mind . His poems were written before his novels . The more noted ones are " Lay of the Last Minstrel , " 99 66 Marmion , ' Lady of the Lake , " " Rokeby , " and ...
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... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone . " There is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou ; but becomes beef , a fiery French gallant , when he ...
... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone . " There is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou ; but becomes beef , a fiery French gallant , when he ...
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... tell the foul impostor , on whose inspira- tion he came hither , how he has sped on his errand . - For thee , my swart and silent friend , " he added , turning to the Ethiopian . " But how's this ? thou art wounded , and with a poisoned ...
... tell the foul impostor , on whose inspira- tion he came hither , how he has sped on his errand . - For thee , my swart and silent friend , " he added , turning to the Ethiopian . " But how's this ? thou art wounded , and with a poisoned ...
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... tell thee , haughty peer , He who does England's message here , Although the meanest in her state , May well , proud Angus , be thy mate ; And , Douglas , more I tell thee here , Even in thy pitch of pride Here in thy hold , thy vassals ...
... tell thee , haughty peer , He who does England's message here , Although the meanest in her state , May well , proud Angus , be thy mate ; And , Douglas , more I tell thee here , Even in thy pitch of pride Here in thy hold , thy vassals ...
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... tell you what I would . A very little more is permitted to me . I cannot rest , I cannot stay , I cannot linger anywhere . My spirit never walked beyond our countinghouse - mark me ! -in life my spirit never roved beyond our money ...
... tell you what I would . A very little more is permitted to me . I cannot rest , I cannot stay , I cannot linger anywhere . My spirit never walked beyond our countinghouse - mark me ! -in life my spirit never roved beyond our money ...
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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 101 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
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 245 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
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Сторінка 309 - If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.