Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] year, كتاب 8American Book Company, 1907 |
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الصفحة 11
... rock , if he could , saying , " This is the best of me ; for the rest , I ate and drank and slept , loved and hated , like another ; my life was as the vapor , and is not ; but this I saw and knew this , if anything of mine , is worth ...
... rock , if he could , saying , " This is the best of me ; for the rest , I ate and drank and slept , loved and hated , like another ; my life was as the vapor , and is not ; but this I saw and knew this , if anything of mine , is worth ...
الصفحة 68
... Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail , Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving , Reeled with the echoes that rode on the gale ; Far as the tempest thrills Over the darkened hills , Far as the sunshine streams over the plain ...
... Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail , Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving , Reeled with the echoes that rode on the gale ; Far as the tempest thrills Over the darkened hills , Far as the sunshine streams over the plain ...
الصفحة 102
... rock out in the current , and immediately begins to nod and courtesy like a wren , turning his head from side to side , with many other odd , dainty movements . He is the humming bird of the waters , loving rocky ripple slopes and ...
... rock out in the current , and immediately begins to nod and courtesy like a wren , turning his head from side to side , with many other odd , dainty movements . He is the humming bird of the waters , loving rocky ripple slopes and ...
الصفحة 106
... rocks and drift logs near the waterfalls . These are deftly interwoven into a charm- ing little hut , and so situated ... rock shelf within reach of the lighter spray of a waterfall , so that its walls are kept green and growing . In ...
... rocks and drift logs near the waterfalls . These are deftly interwoven into a charm- ing little hut , and so situated ... rock shelf within reach of the lighter spray of a waterfall , so that its walls are kept green and growing . In ...
الصفحة 128
... rocks and hanged the mighty motion Of the deep , strong currents of the ocean ; Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood ; Crushed the little fern in soft , moist clay , Covered it , and hid it safe away ; O , the long , long ...
... rocks and hanged the mighty motion Of the deep , strong currents of the ocean ; Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood ; Crushed the little fern in soft , moist clay , Covered it , and hid it safe away ; O , the long , long ...
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الصفحة 150 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 226 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
الصفحة 227 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
الصفحة 208 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
الصفحة 224 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
الصفحة 59 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
الصفحة 127 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
الصفحة 205 - At this critical moment, a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!
الصفحة 168 - Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And "What mockery or malice have we here?
الصفحة 185 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...