Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, Книги 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... seemed as if with those to whose memory he was speaking . The memories , feelingly , simply told , his counsels wisely given , his feelings impressively uttered , the prophecies so earnestly expressed , affected the assembly so deeply ...
... seemed as if with those to whose memory he was speaking . The memories , feelingly , simply told , his counsels wisely given , his feelings impressively uttered , the prophecies so earnestly expressed , affected the assembly so deeply ...
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... seemed to tell Of Pisa's leaning miracle . A prompt , decisive man , no breath Our father wasted : " Boys , a path ! " Well pleased ( for when did farmer boy Count such a summons less than joy ? ) Our buskins on our feet we drew ; With ...
... seemed to tell Of Pisa's leaning miracle . A prompt , decisive man , no breath Our father wasted : " Boys , a path ! " Well pleased ( for when did farmer boy Count such a summons less than joy ? ) Our buskins on our feet we drew ; With ...
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... seemed blazing free . The crane and pendent trammels showed , The Turks ' heads on the andirions glowed ; While childish fancy , prompt to tell The meaning of the miracle , Whispered the old rhyme : " Under the tree , When fire outdoors ...
... seemed blazing free . The crane and pendent trammels showed , The Turks ' heads on the andirions glowed ; While childish fancy , prompt to tell The meaning of the miracle , Whispered the old rhyme : " Under the tree , When fire outdoors ...
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... seemed to fall ; And , for the winter fireside meet , Between the andiron's straddling feet , The mug of cider simmered slow , The apples sputtered in a row , And , close at hand , the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood ...
... seemed to fall ; And , for the winter fireside meet , Between the andiron's straddling feet , The mug of cider simmered slow , The apples sputtered in a row , And , close at hand , the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood ...
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... seemed the sweet income And womanly atmosphere of home- Called up her girlhood memories , The huskings and the apple - bees , The sleigh - rides and the summer sails , Weaving through all the poor details 365 370 375 380 385 390 395 And ...
... seemed the sweet income And womanly atmosphere of home- Called up her girlhood memories , The huskings and the apple - bees , The sleigh - rides and the summer sails , Weaving through all the poor details 365 370 375 380 385 390 395 And ...
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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.