Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, Книги 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... took their flight . A mile around the city , The throng stopped up the ways : A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days . For aged folks on crutches , And women great with child , And mothers sobbing over babes That ...
... took their flight . A mile around the city , The throng stopped up the ways : A fearful sight it was to see Through two long nights and days . For aged folks on crutches , And women great with child , And mothers sobbing over babes That ...
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... cloud above , no earth below- A universe of sky and snow ! The old familiar sights of ours Took marvellous shapes ; strange domes and towers Rose up where sty or corn - crib stood , 09 60 65 10 70 75 88 80 85 90 SNOW - BOUND 335.
... cloud above , no earth below- A universe of sky and snow ! The old familiar sights of ours Took marvellous shapes ; strange domes and towers Rose up where sty or corn - crib stood , 09 60 65 10 70 75 88 80 85 90 SNOW - BOUND 335.
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... Took shadow , or the somber green Of hemlocks turned to pitchy black Against the whiteness at their back . For such a world and such a night Most fitting that unwarming light , Which only seemed where'er it fell To make the coldness ...
... Took shadow , or the somber green Of hemlocks turned to pitchy black Against the whiteness at their back . For such a world and such a night Most fitting that unwarming light , Which only seemed where'er it fell To make the coldness ...
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... took The guise of any grist - mill brook , And dread Olympus at his will Became a huckleberry hill . A careless boy that night he seemed ; But at his desk he had the look And air of one who wisely schemed , And hostage from the future took ...
... took The guise of any grist - mill brook , And dread Olympus at his will Became a huckleberry hill . A careless boy that night he seemed ; But at his desk he had the look And air of one who wisely schemed , And hostage from the future took ...
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... took prizes for his essays and one for decla- mation , and was class day poet . After graduation , he taught a few years , and then entered the ministry . Later , he became a lecturer . His works include both prose and poetry , the ...
... took prizes for his essays and one for decla- mation , and was class day poet . After graduation , he taught a few years , and then entered the ministry . Later , he became a lecturer . His works include both prose and poetry , the ...
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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.