The New Century First [-- ] Reader, Libro 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1899 |
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Página 15
... eyes . One sees repeated all the forms one has ever known , in grotesque juxtaposition . Look ! here is a great troop of girls , with arms wreathed over their heads , dancing down into the water ; there the vines hang in loops , in ...
... eyes . One sees repeated all the forms one has ever known , in grotesque juxtaposition . Look ! here is a great troop of girls , with arms wreathed over their heads , dancing down into the water ; there the vines hang in loops , in ...
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... eyes as the fairy - flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how the veering flaw ...
... eyes as the fairy - flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how the veering flaw ...
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... all stiff and stark , With his 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 18 THE NEW CENTURY FIFTH READER .
... all stiff and stark , With his 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 18 THE NEW CENTURY FIFTH READER .
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The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all ...
The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all ...
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... ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from His cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , EXTRACTS FROM " EVANGELINE . " 31.
... ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from His cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , EXTRACTS FROM " EVANGELINE . " 31.
Términos y frases comunes
Absalom Acadian Bay of Fundy beauty bells beneath blood breath Bregenz brow CHARLES GAYARRÉ clouds customed hill dark dead death deep Don Quixote earth English eyes father feel fire give glory gold Grand Pré grave hand happy haste hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour human immortal record king labor land light living look lord LORD BYRON ment mighty mind morning mountains nation nature never night noble o'er ocean once passed peace pride rest River Lee ROBERT BURNS rock rose round Samian wine Samuel Chase SANTA CLARA COUNTY Scrooge seemed Shandon shore silent smile soldier song soul sound spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tide tion toil trees truth village voice waves weary wind wonder words young
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Página 160 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Página 67 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 105 - 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! 0 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.
Página 345 - FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, "Arise, ye more than dead!
Página 150 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 197 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Página 189 - The depth saith, It is not in me : and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 140 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 358 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...