The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Книги 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the ...
... face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave , On the ...
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... face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his * fiddle , * * * * * * * And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily ...
... face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his * fiddle , * * * * * * * And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily ...
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... face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted , — " Down with the tyrants of England ! we never have sworn them allegiance ! Death to these foreign soldiers , who seize on our homes and our harvests ! " More he fain would have ...
... face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted , — " Down with the tyrants of England ! we never have sworn them allegiance ! Death to these foreign soldiers , who seize on our homes and our harvests ! " More he fain would have ...
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... face tenderly lifted to the cooling breeze , he looked wistfully out upon the ocean's changing wonders ; on its far sails , whitening in the morning light ; on its restless waves , rolling shoreward to break and die beneath the noon ...
... face tenderly lifted to the cooling breeze , he looked wistfully out upon the ocean's changing wonders ; on its far sails , whitening in the morning light ; on its restless waves , rolling shoreward to break and die beneath the noon ...
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... face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? —Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of ...
... face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? —Our fathers bled . Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of ...
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Стр. 50 - The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
Стр. 146 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Стр. 69 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Стр. 159 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Стр. 83 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 47 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Стр. 298 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed 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.
Стр. 102 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Стр. 47 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Стр. 84 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench, the blushes of ingenuous shame...