The Fifth ReaderBenziger Bros., 1905 - 468 ページ |
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... light among the leaves when his never - ceasing song , " Hail Mary ! Hail Mary ! " was borne on the wind . One day he was promised that if he would add the words " full of grace " to his constant refrain , he should never want for food ...
... light among the leaves when his never - ceasing song , " Hail Mary ! Hail Mary ! " was borne on the wind . One day he was promised that if he would add the words " full of grace " to his constant refrain , he should never want for food ...
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... light , in the center of which was a clump of lilies , such as Lord Francis had sought in vain . It had two stalks , the third being miss- ing ; but Ella saw the flower which had guided her to the spot take its place on the cut stalk ...
... light , in the center of which was a clump of lilies , such as Lord Francis had sought in vain . It had two stalks , the third being miss- ing ; but Ella saw the flower which had guided her to the spot take its place on the cut stalk ...
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... light as it moves about . - flag : limp ; hang loose . - sharp - set : hungry . - Ram'azan fast : the great annual thirty- day fast of the Mohammedans , kept from dawn to sunset , during their ninth month . Ob'eron ( õb'er on ) : the ...
... light as it moves about . - flag : limp ; hang loose . - sharp - set : hungry . - Ram'azan fast : the great annual thirty- day fast of the Mohammedans , kept from dawn to sunset , during their ninth month . Ob'eron ( õb'er on ) : the ...
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... light a fire again , and bring down another palm tree ; you shall eat the cabbage , and I will make a screen of the leaves to shelter you . " In the meantime , being somewhat rested , Virginia gathered from the trunk of an old tree ...
... light a fire again , and bring down another palm tree ; you shall eat the cabbage , and I will make a screen of the leaves to shelter you . " In the meantime , being somewhat rested , Virginia gathered from the trunk of an old tree ...
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... I were in a dream ; but this man's threats , and the weakness which I feel , would seem light to me if from my prison I might once a day behold this fair maid . " 81 83 cut Prospero kept Ferdinand not long confined within the cell .
... I were in a dream ; but this man's threats , and the weakness which I feel , would seem light to me if from my prison I might once a day behold this fair maid . " 81 83 cut Prospero kept Ferdinand not long confined within the cell .
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164 ページ - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
391 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
392 ページ - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
366 ページ - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
338 ページ - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
392 ページ - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they screa,m out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
165 ページ - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
367 ページ - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
137 ページ - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
387 ページ - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...