The New Century First [-- ] Reader, Libro 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1899 |
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Página 15
... heads , dancing down into the water ; there the vines hang in loops , in pavilions , in columns , in arches , in caves , in pyramids , in harps and lyres , in globular mountain - ranges , in pagodas , domes , mina- rets , belfries ...
... heads , dancing down into the water ; there the vines hang in loops , in pavilions , in columns , in arches , in caves , in pyramids , in harps and lyres , in globular mountain - ranges , in pagodas , domes , mina- rets , belfries ...
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... heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows . Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted , - 66 Down with ...
... heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows . Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted , - 66 Down with ...
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... head , But one , arise , - we come , we come ! " ' Tis but the living who are dumb . 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 ...
... head , But one , arise , - we come , we come ! " ' Tis but the living who are dumb . 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 ...
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... heads , O ye gates ; and be ye lift . up , ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in . 8. Who is this King of glory ? The Lord strong and mighty , the Lord mighty in battle . 9. Lift up your heads , O ye gates ; even ...
... heads , O ye gates ; and be ye lift . up , ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in . 8. Who is this King of glory ? The Lord strong and mighty , the Lord mighty in battle . 9. Lift up your heads , O ye gates ; even ...
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... head and to pay my measure of homage to the statue that was unveiled to - day . The career and the name which that statue com- memorates belong to me no less than to you . When I followed him to the grave - proud to appear in the ...
... head and to pay my measure of homage to the statue that was unveiled to - day . The career and the name which that statue com- memorates belong to me no less than to you . When I followed him to the grave - proud to appear in the ...
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...