The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Книги 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... held in common , and what one had was another's . * * * * * * * * Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . There in the shade of the porch were the priest ...
... held in common , and what one had was another's . * * * * * * * * Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . There in the shade of the porch were the priest ...
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... held absolutely without condition . in tel ' li gence , acquired knowledge . la ment ' , regret ; deplore . op ' por tu ' ni ty , a chance . poign ' ant ( poin ) , keen . pro found ' , deep - felt ; intense . THE ISLES OF GREECE . LORD ...
... held absolutely without condition . in tel ' li gence , acquired knowledge . la ment ' , regret ; deplore . op ' por tu ' ni ty , a chance . poign ' ant ( poin ) , keen . pro found ' , deep - felt ; intense . THE ISLES OF GREECE . LORD ...
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... held to have been done by all who were linked by blood to the doer of it , every crime to have been done against all who were linked by blood to the sufferer from it . From this sense of the value of the family bond , as a means of ...
... held to have been done by all who were linked by blood to the doer of it , every crime to have been done against all who were linked by blood to the sufferer from it . From this sense of the value of the family bond , as a means of ...
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... held its ground as firmly as ever . William then tried a most dangerous strategy , his taking to which shows how little hope he now had of gaining the day by any direct attack . He saw that his only way was to bring the English down ...
... held its ground as firmly as ever . William then tried a most dangerous strategy , his taking to which shows how little hope he now had of gaining the day by any direct attack . He saw that his only way was to bring the English down ...
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... held his midnight feast , and watched there with his host all night . ABSALOM . NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS . The waters slept . Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom , and the eddies curl'd Their glassy rings beneath it , like ...
... held his midnight feast , and watched there with his host all night . ABSALOM . NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS . The waters slept . Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom , and the eddies curl'd Their glassy rings beneath it , like ...
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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...