Choice Literature, كتاب 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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الصفحة 28
... hope of saving the kingdom from all the horrors of civil dis- cord , of which France and Scotland were likely to avail themselves . Filled with the most painful anxiety , Richard read , and again read , the ill - omened letters ...
... hope of saving the kingdom from all the horrors of civil dis- cord , of which France and Scotland were likely to avail themselves . Filled with the most painful anxiety , Richard read , and again read , the ill - omened letters ...
الصفحة 33
... hope to do more than raise the lion's hide . Suck the poison from the wound , one of you ; the venom is harmless on the lips , though fatal when it mingles with the blood . " - The yeomen looked on each other confusedly and with ...
... hope to do more than raise the lion's hide . Suck the poison from the wound , one of you ; the venom is harmless on the lips , though fatal when it mingles with the blood . " - The yeomen looked on each other confusedly and with ...
الصفحة 86
... hope of coming in is over . " Hang it all ! " broke out East , as soon as he had got wind enough , pulling off his hat and mopping at his face , all spattered with dirt and lined with sweat , from which went up a thick steam into the ...
... hope of coming in is over . " Hang it all ! " broke out East , as soon as he had got wind enough , pulling off his hat and mopping at his face , all spattered with dirt and lined with sweat , from which went up a thick steam into the ...
الصفحة 90
... my face trying to get up behind , " nt on East . You're not hurt , I hope ? " said the Doctor . Oh , no , sir . " Well now , run upstairs , all three of you , and get clean things on , and then tell the housekeeper to.
... my face trying to get up behind , " nt on East . You're not hurt , I hope ? " said the Doctor . Oh , no , sir . " Well now , run upstairs , all three of you , and get clean things on , and then tell the housekeeper to.
الصفحة 102
... hope you left your father and all well at home ? " " Yes , sir , quite well . " " And this is the little fellow who is to share your study . Well , he doesn't look as we should like to see him . He wants some Rugby air , and cricket ...
... hope you left your father and all well at home ? " " Yes , sir , quite well . " " And this is the little fellow who is to share your study . Well , he doesn't look as we should like to see him . He wants some Rugby air , and cricket ...
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Alice Cary Annabel Lee Annie arms Arthur battle began Ben Bolt beneath bless born boys Brown called clouds Cusha dark dead dear death earth East EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Enoch eyes face father fear feet fell fellow field fire flowers FRANCIS MILES FINCH friends grave gray green half hand head heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hill hollow honor horse hounds hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOSEPH ADDISON keeper king knew land light live look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER morning never night o'er old oaken bucket passed poor pride Rhine river rose round Rugby scene Schoolhouse scud shouted side Sleepy Hollow smile spring stand thy sons stood sweet Tadpole tell thee things thou thought town tree turned uppe voice walk wild wind wood young Brooke
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الصفحة 217 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
الصفحة 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
الصفحة 371 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
الصفحة 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
الصفحة 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
الصفحة 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
الصفحة 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
الصفحة 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.