The New Century First [-- ] Reader, Libro 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1899 |
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Página 26
... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamor- ous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning ...
... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamor- ous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning ...
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... sweet madness of battle ; Samuel Chase , the tones of anger , confidence , and pride , and the art to inspire them . John Adams's eloquence alone seems to have met every demand of the time . As a question of right , of opportunity , of ...
... sweet madness of battle ; Samuel Chase , the tones of anger , confidence , and pride , and the art to inspire them . John Adams's eloquence alone seems to have met every demand of the time . As a question of right , of opportunity , of ...
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... sweet air of morn : One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet . At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by , And brings , you know not why , A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate Some ...
... sweet air of morn : One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet . At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by , And brings , you know not why , A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate Some ...
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... sweet household ties ! Behind him , a proud , expectant nation ; a great host of sustaining friends ; a cherished and happy mother , wearing the full rich honors of her early toil and tears ; the wife of his youth , whose whole life lay ...
... sweet household ties ! Behind him , a proud , expectant nation ; a great host of sustaining friends ; a cherished and happy mother , wearing the full rich honors of her early toil and tears ; the wife of his youth , whose whole life lay ...
Página 66
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom Acadian beauty bells beneath Bregenz brow BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cassius clouds Cossack dark dead death deep Don Quixote DOUGLAS WILLIAM JERROLD E. A. FREEMAN earth English eyes father feel fire give glory gold golden grave hand happy haste hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope hour human king King Harold labor land light living look lord LORD BYRON Marianka ment mind moon morning mountains nature never night noble o'er passed peace R. A. PROCTOR rest River Lee rock round 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 turned umbrella village voice waves weary wind wonder wood words young
Pasajes populares
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...