The Granville series. Reading book. Standard 1-61881 |
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... VILLAGE · A VISIT TO HENRY VII.'S CHAPEL * GRACE DARLING * " HOW'S MY BOY ? " CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA . * THE ROAD TO THE TRENCHES * CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE DO . SIEGE OF QUEBEC Shakespeare 128 · Do. 129 Creasy ...
... VILLAGE · A VISIT TO HENRY VII.'S CHAPEL * GRACE DARLING * " HOW'S MY BOY ? " CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA . * THE ROAD TO THE TRENCHES * CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE DO . SIEGE OF QUEBEC Shakespeare 128 · Do. 129 Creasy ...
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... villages , who had seen great trees torn out of the earth , and whole ricks scattered about the roads and fields . Still there was no abate- ment of the storm . 5. As we struggled on , nearer and nearer to the sea , from which this ...
... villages , who had seen great trees torn out of the earth , and whole ricks scattered about the roads and fields . Still there was no abate- ment of the storm . 5. As we struggled on , nearer and nearer to the sea , from which this ...
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... village and farm , For the country - folk to be up and to arm . " Then he said , " Good - night ! " and with muffled oar 5 Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore Just as the moon rose over the bay , Where swinging wide at her moorings ...
... village and farm , For the country - folk to be up and to arm . " Then he said , " Good - night ! " and with muffled oar 5 Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore Just as the moon rose over the bay , Where swinging wide at her moorings ...
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... a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and gazes , till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! 55 60 65 70 A hurry of hoofs in a village street , A SIXTH READING BOOK . 71 .
... a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and gazes , till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! 55 60 65 70 A hurry of hoofs in a village street , A SIXTH READING BOOK . 71 .
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... village clock , When he crossed the bridge into Medford❜town . He heard the crowing of the cock And the barking of the farmer's dog , And felt the damp of the river fog , That rises after the sun goes down . It was one by the village ...
... village clock , When he crossed the bridge into Medford❜town . He heard the crowing of the cock And the barking of the farmer's dog , And felt the damp of the river fog , That rises after the sun goes down . It was one by the village ...
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الصفحة 72 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
الصفحة 8 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. " Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." " Why, 'twas a very wicked thing," Said little Wilhelmine. " Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. "...
الصفحة 196 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
الصفحة 297 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
الصفحة 101 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
الصفحة 222 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
الصفحة 93 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
الصفحة 298 - All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed : "Sure enough ! It is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor. Why, where have you been these twenty long years?
الصفحة 280 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
الصفحة 230 - Take thine eyes off the bridge, said he, and tell me if thou yet seest anything thou dost not comprehend. Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.