The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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الصفحة 10
... cries all about . Where I may read all at my ease Both of the new and the old ; For a jolly good book whereon to look Is better to me than gold . - Old English Song . ARNOLD , GEORGE LIST OF AUTHORS BANCROFT , GEORGE BEECHER.
... cries all about . Where I may read all at my ease Both of the new and the old ; For a jolly good book whereon to look Is better to me than gold . - Old English Song . ARNOLD , GEORGE LIST OF AUTHORS BANCROFT , GEORGE BEECHER.
الصفحة 20
... cried the bird . " Here are three rules which should guide you through life , and if you observe them you will find your path made easier . Do not cry over spilt milk , do not desire what is unattainable , and do not believe what is ...
... cried the bird . " Here are three rules which should guide you through life , and if you observe them you will find your path made easier . Do not cry over spilt milk , do not desire what is unattainable , and do not believe what is ...
الصفحة 25
... cried : Know , fair youth , that you are going to torment and to death , for he who met you ( I will requite your kindness by another ) is a robber and a mur- derer of men . Whatsoever stranger he meets he entices him hither to death ...
... cried : Know , fair youth , that you are going to torment and to death , for he who met you ( I will requite your kindness by another ) is a robber and a mur- derer of men . Whatsoever stranger he meets he entices him hither to death ...
الصفحة 26
... cried , " Ah , fair young guest , have I kept you too long waiting ? ' " " But Theseus answered , " The man who stretches his guests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet , what shall be done to him , when right is done ...
... cried , " Ah , fair young guest , have I kept you too long waiting ? ' " " But Theseus answered , " The man who stretches his guests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet , what shall be done to him , when right is done ...
الصفحة 29
... cries proceeded from the lungs of hawkers . Still it struck in again , no higher , no lower , no louder , no softer ; not thrusting itself on people's notice a bit the more for having been out- done by louder sounds - tink , tink , tink ...
... cries proceeded from the lungs of hawkers . Still it struck in again , no higher , no lower , no louder , no softer ; not thrusting itself on people's notice a bit the more for having been out- done by louder sounds - tink , tink , tink ...
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الصفحة 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
الصفحة 79 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
الصفحة 142 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
الصفحة 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
الصفحة 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
الصفحة 285 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins...
الصفحة 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
الصفحة 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.