Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 من الصفحات |
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... thought , to hold the thought , and to express the thought . To get the thought is to understand the meaning which the author wants to convey ; to hold the thought is to form a mental image or picture of whatever is expressed and to ...
... thought , to hold the thought , and to express the thought . To get the thought is to understand the meaning which the author wants to convey ; to hold the thought is to form a mental image or picture of whatever is expressed and to ...
الصفحة 24
... thought worth preserving , copied from older books , and written in one after another , till the volume was filled . Of all these old bocks of mixed composition , the largest that remains to us is the Book of Leinster , which is kept in ...
... thought worth preserving , copied from older books , and written in one after another , till the volume was filled . Of all these old bocks of mixed composition , the largest that remains to us is the Book of Leinster , which is kept in ...
الصفحة 35
... thought , to the sound of the organ , but in reality to a great droning fly in his ear , woke up in more than his usual state of impatience ; and he was preparing to vent it , when to his astonishment he perceived the church empty ...
... thought , to the sound of the organ , but in reality to a great droning fly in his ear , woke up in more than his usual state of impatience ; and he was preparing to vent it , when to his astonishment he perceived the church empty ...
الصفحة 36
William T. Vlymen. " Thieves , verily ! " thought the king , turning white from shame and rage . " Here is conspiracy - open rebellion ! Horses shall tear them all to pieces . What , ho , there ! Open the door ! Open the door for the ...
William T. Vlymen. " Thieves , verily ! " thought the king , turning white from shame and rage . " Here is conspiracy - open rebellion ! Horses shall tear them all to pieces . What , ho , there ! Open the door ! Open the door for the ...
الصفحة 38
... thought it was a wizard , but hated far more than he feared it , for he was of great courage . It was an Angel . But the Angel was not going to disclose himself yet , nor for a long time . " Since thou art royal - mad , " said the new ...
... thought it was a wizard , but hated far more than he feared it , for he was of great courage . It was an Angel . But the Angel was not going to disclose himself yet , nor for a long time . " Since thou art royal - mad , " said the new ...
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Acadians ancient ANGEL Antony Augustin beautiful bird blood born breast brother BROTHER AZARIAS Brutus Caesar Caligula called child Church cloud cried dead dear death door dream earth England English Epimetheus eyes face fear fell fire Fourth Cit friends Gluck gold Golden River Grail hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail honorable horse hour hundred Irish language JAMES SHIRLEY king land light living looked Lord Mock Turtle monks morning mountain never night noble o'er Pandora Piso poems poet poor Pope pray prayer Prince John rest Rip Van Winkle round Saxons Schwartz Second Cit seemed ship side sleep soul speak spirit stood sweet tell thee things thought Treasure Valley trees turned voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
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الصفحة 250 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
الصفحة 251 - 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?
الصفحة 308 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
الصفحة 307 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
الصفحة 69 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
الصفحة 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
الصفحة 192 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
الصفحة 317 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the...
الصفحة 251 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
الصفحة 218 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.