The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Книги 4C. Sower Company, 1899 |
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... bell rang , and I could not get away ; my hands were blistered , and the axe was not half ground . At length , however , it was sharp- ened , and the man turned to me with , " Now , you little rascal ! you've played truant ; scud to the ...
... bell rang , and I could not get away ; my hands were blistered , and the axe was not half ground . At length , however , it was sharp- ened , and the man turned to me with , " Now , you little rascal ! you've played truant ; scud to the ...
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... bell rung for evening worship . TRIN'KETS , small ornaments . class . MI RAGE ' , a delusion , an appear- ance , as on a plain , so that the sky looks like a sheet of water . TURʼBU LENT , violent , confused , disturbed . XXXI . THE ...
... bell rung for evening worship . TRIN'KETS , small ornaments . class . MI RAGE ' , a delusion , an appear- ance , as on a plain , so that the sky looks like a sheet of water . TURʼBU LENT , violent , confused , disturbed . XXXI . THE ...
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... bells , fox - gloves , and wild pinks . Every morning all the cattle of the town were driven up to these pastures , each animal with a bell hanging to its neck ; and the sound of so many hun- dred bells tinkling all at once made a chime ...
... bells , fox - gloves , and wild pinks . Every morning all the cattle of the town were driven up to these pastures , each animal with a bell hanging to its neck ; and the sound of so many hun- dred bells tinkling all at once made a chime ...
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... bell . Go - ling , go - lang , go - lingle , lingle , With faint far sounds that mingle , The cows come slowly home . And mother songs of long - gone years , And baby joys and childish fears , And youthful hopes and youthful tears ...
... bell . Go - ling , go - lang , go - lingle , lingle , With faint far sounds that mingle , The cows come slowly home . And mother songs of long - gone years , And baby joys and childish fears , And youthful hopes and youthful tears ...
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... bells from the words in each stanza that express the sounds . The names of the cows and the words that imitate the sounds of the bells should be thoroughly studied in order to catch the beauty of the lines . Venus is the evening star ...
... bells from the words in each stanza that express the sounds . The names of the cows and the words that imitate the sounds of the bells should be thoroughly studied in order to catch the beauty of the lines . Venus is the evening star ...
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Anthony Benezet apple tree asked beautiful bees bells Bennie bird Blossom blue boat brave bright brothers called child CHRISTOPHER SOWER cold cows cried dear death deep DONALD GRANT MITCHELL door Dumling emperor eyes face father fish flowers Floy Gluck gold Golden River Gray hand head hear heard heart Heigh-ho hiving place Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Hull judgment day king kobold laugh light little girl Little white Lily look LORD TENNYSON Mary of Argyle morning mother mountain never night Nightingale NOTES FOR STUDY o'er passed Paul poor Prascovia pupil rain rocks rose round seemed shillings sing sleep smile snow song sound stood sweet tact tears tell thee thing thou thought turned umbrella voice walked watch waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonder words
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Стр. 350 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Стр. 299 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 168 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Стр. 233 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 125 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Стр. 234 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 43 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Стр. 84 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Стр. 16 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Стр. 266 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold, strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down!