The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 ページ |
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... SWORD AND SCIMITER A CELLAR IN SIBERIA . THE RICHES OF THE COMMONWEALTH MARCO Bozzaris THE AMERICAN FLAG THE YOUNG SAILOR THE VOICE OF THE SEA Sidney Lanier 167 Leigh Hunt 168 Charles Dudley Warner 169 Walter Scott 173 George Kennan 177 ...
... SWORD AND SCIMITER A CELLAR IN SIBERIA . THE RICHES OF THE COMMONWEALTH MARCO Bozzaris THE AMERICAN FLAG THE YOUNG SAILOR THE VOICE OF THE SEA Sidney Lanier 167 Leigh Hunt 168 Charles Dudley Warner 169 Walter Scott 173 George Kennan 177 ...
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... swords they drew , And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow way . And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide . " Come back , come back , Horatius ! " Loud cried the Fathers all . " Back , Lartius ! back ...
... swords they drew , And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow way . And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide . " Come back , come back , Horatius ! " Loud cried the Fathers all . " Back , Lartius ! back ...
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... sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes , in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing ...
... sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes , in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing ...
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... sword and tried its edge upon the pasteboard visor ; but with the very first stroke he unluckily undid in a moment what he had been a whole week a - doing . He did not like its being broken with so much ease , and 20 therefore , to ...
... sword and tried its edge upon the pasteboard visor ; but with the very first stroke he unluckily undid in a moment what he had been a whole week a - doing . He did not like its being broken with so much ease , and 20 therefore , to ...
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... chance it happened that in Atri dwelt A Knight , with spur on heel and sword in belt , Who loved his hounds and horses and all sports And prodigalities of camps and courts ; - 20 25 25 5 10 15 20 20 25 Loved , or had THE FIFTH READER 111.
... chance it happened that in Atri dwelt A Knight , with spur on heel and sword in belt , Who loved his hounds and horses and all sports And prodigalities of camps and courts ; - 20 25 25 5 10 15 20 20 25 Loved , or had THE FIFTH READER 111.
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318 ページ - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
496 ページ - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
495 ページ - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
79 ページ - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
402 ページ - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
364 ページ - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
225 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
362 ページ - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
185 ページ - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
458 ページ - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.