Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, Книги 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... Battle of Hastings 249 258 261 268 271 277 285 289 299 309 Nathaniel P. Willis 315 318 325 Lord Byron 337 339 344 .H . A. Guerber 346 ་ The Conquest . . . .H . A. Guerber 349 Lords and Vassals Death of William . H. A. Guerber 352 .H . A ...
... Battle of Hastings 249 258 261 268 271 277 285 289 299 309 Nathaniel P. Willis 315 318 325 Lord Byron 337 339 344 .H . A. Guerber 346 ་ The Conquest . . . .H . A. Guerber 349 Lords and Vassals Death of William . H. A. Guerber 352 .H . A ...
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... battle we wax cold : Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old . Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their backs , The Consul was the foremost man To take in hand an axe ; And Fathers mixed with ...
... battle we wax cold : Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old . Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their backs , The Consul was the foremost man To take in hand an axe ; And Fathers mixed with ...
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... battle- field 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 . It is altogether 10 fitting and proper that we should do this . But ...
... battle- field 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 . It is altogether 10 fitting and proper that we should do this . But ...
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... battle - cry . Since then what old cathedral town Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown , What convent - gate has held its lock Against the challenge of her knock ! Through Smyrna's plague - hushed thoroughfares , Up sea - set Malta's ...
... battle - cry . Since then what old cathedral town Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown , What convent - gate has held its lock Against the challenge of her knock ! Through Smyrna's plague - hushed thoroughfares , Up sea - set Malta's ...
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... battle during the Revolu- 20 tionary War , and who is ever and anon seen by the country folk , hurrying along in the gloom of night , as if on the wings of the wind . His haunts are not confined to the valley , but extend at times to ...
... battle during the Revolu- 20 tionary War , and who is ever and anon seen by the country folk , hurrying along in the gloom of night , as if on the wings of the wind . His haunts are not confined to the valley , but extend at times to ...
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ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS army Asgard Atalanta Baldur battle beautiful born brave bridge Brunhilde Cæsar called castle Clusium coal court cried death Dewey died dream earth England English Ernest Esther Explain eyes father fear Frigg Gawaine gods gold golden H. A. GUERBER Haman hand hast head heard heart heaven HELPS FOR STUDY Hercules hero hills Hippomenes Horatius horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane iron Izanami Jews King Arthur King Pellinore king's land Lars Porsena live look lord Mordecai mother mountain never night noble Odin once palace passed Phrixos poem poet Prince Queen river rock Roman Rustum sent ships shouted Siegfried Sir Launfal Sir Tor Sleepy Hollow smile soldiers Solomon Stone Face stood story Susa-no-o sword tell thee thou thought told took trees turned valley voice words young youth
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Стр. 336 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 65 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
Стр. 335 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Стр. 32 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Стр. 335 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 214 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Стр. 132 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Стр. 117 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Стр. 197 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd 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. 60 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.