The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], كتاب 5Ginn, 1906 |
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الصفحة 19
... give a bigger bound than it had ever done in all his life . There was little Blair on the very peak of the roof , the very point of the gable , getting ready to follow him . Her face was white , her lips 15 were tightly closed , and her ...
... give a bigger bound than it had ever done in all his life . There was little Blair on the very peak of the roof , the very point of the gable , getting ready to follow him . Her face was white , her lips 15 were tightly closed , and her ...
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... give you , but I haven't . I fear you've had your last thrashing 5 from Bulldog . " For a moment Speug kicked at a stone on the road and thrust his hands deep into his pockets ; then the corners of his mouth began to twitch and ...
... give you , but I haven't . I fear you've had your last thrashing 5 from Bulldog . " For a moment Speug kicked at a stone on the road and thrust his hands deep into his pockets ; then the corners of his mouth began to twitch and ...
الصفحة 35
... give the best on his bended knee , The whitest soul of my chivalry , For " Little Giffen " of Tennessee . focal center . grapeshot : small balls for cannon . grene : the death of a tissue in a living body . gan- - specter : a ghostly ...
... give the best on his bended knee , The whitest soul of my chivalry , For " Little Giffen " of Tennessee . focal center . grapeshot : small balls for cannon . grene : the death of a tissue in a living body . gan- - specter : a ghostly ...
الصفحة 39
... give the 10 patient ten drops out of No. 2 , and in an hour after that eight drops out of No. 1 ; the next hour ... Give the child toast on BOOK FIVE 39.
... give the 10 patient ten drops out of No. 2 , and in an hour after that eight drops out of No. 1 ; the next hour ... Give the child toast on BOOK FIVE 39.
الصفحة 40
Book [one-five] Daniel Harvey Hill. the books years ago . Give the child toast on sea foam , if you wish to build up her health . " Now the sick little oyster did not object to this treatment ; on the contrary , she liked it . But it 5 ...
Book [one-five] Daniel Harvey Hill. the books years ago . Give the child toast on sea foam , if you wish to build up her health . " Now the sick little oyster did not object to this treatment ; on the contrary , she liked it . But it 5 ...
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الصفحة 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
الصفحة 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
الصفحة 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
الصفحة 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
الصفحة 320 - 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.
الصفحة 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
الصفحة 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
الصفحة 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
الصفحة 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
الصفحة 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...