Reading books, adapted to the requirements of the Revised code, ed. by A.R. Grant. Standard 1-6, Том 4Alexander Ronald Grant 1870 |
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... look out for himself , and understood the art of losing nothing for want of asking , that man was William .. You can tell , without looking at your map , that Normandy is much smaller than England ; and William thought that he would ...
... look out for himself , and understood the art of losing nothing for want of asking , that man was William .. You can tell , without looking at your map , that Normandy is much smaller than England ; and William thought that he would ...
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... look at , and to kiss , after service . And to swear by relics , and then to break your word , was considered the most dreadful sin . So William knew what he was about when he col- lected these relics and made Harold swear by them In ...
... look at , and to kiss , after service . And to swear by relics , and then to break your word , was considered the most dreadful sin . So William knew what he was about when he col- lected these relics and made Harold swear by them In ...
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... look at the grave of a great man , although we may never have seen him ; and so it is not surprising that Christians liked to see the Holy Land where for their sakes their Master had been crucified and buried . Now it often happens that ...
... look at the grave of a great man , although we may never have seen him ; and so it is not surprising that Christians liked to see the Holy Land where for their sakes their Master had been crucified and buried . Now it often happens that ...
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... look up askingly Into each darkened face . For the king has sent his soldiers Who strike and pity not , They have razed to the earth each smiling home , They have burned each lowly cot . It was the ruthless Conqueror By whom this deed ...
... look up askingly Into each darkened face . For the king has sent his soldiers Who strike and pity not , They have razed to the earth each smiling home , They have burned each lowly cot . It was the ruthless Conqueror By whom this deed ...
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... sounding thrill of dread . And the holy chant was hushed awhile , As by the torches ' gleam A gleam of arms up the sweeping aisle With a mail - clad leader came . He came with haughty look , A dark glance high 28 FOURTH STANDARD .
... sounding thrill of dread . And the holy chant was hushed awhile , As by the torches ' gleam A gleam of arms up the sweeping aisle With a mail - clad leader came . He came with haughty look , A dark glance high 28 FOURTH STANDARD .
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Сторінка 132 - THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! ' he said ; Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Сторінка 95 - We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With 'One and all!' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! "Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why!
Сторінка 132 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Сторінка 133 - Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Сторінка 94 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand! A merry heart and true! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why!
Сторінка 28 - There was heard a heavy clang, As of steel-girt men the tread, And the tombs and the hollow pavement rang With a sounding thrill of dread; And the holy chant was...
Сторінка 132 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward the Light Brigade I Charge for the guns !
Сторінка 133 - Came thro" the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade ? O the wild charge they made ! All the world wonder'd.
Сторінка 29 - Thou wert the noblest king On royal throne e'er seen ; And thou didst wear in knightly ring, Of all, the stateliest mien ; And thou didst prove, where spears are proved, In war, the bravest heart. Oh, ever the...
Сторінка 29 - Speak to me ! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me, but hear me ! — father, chief, My king ! I must be heard ! Hushed, hushed— how is it that I call, And that thou answerest not ? When was it thus, woe, woe for all The love my soul forgot ! " Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright ! And father, father ! but for me, They had not been so white ! I bore thee down, high heart ! at last. No longer couldst thou strive ; — Oh, for one moment of the past, To kneel and say...