The Crane Reader, كتاب 5Crane, 1902 |
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... Children Lafayette Lead , Kindly Light ..... Malibran and the Young Musician Marco Bozzaris Napoleon Bonaparte Niagara Falls New England Weather No Excellence Without Labor North American Indians Not One Child to Spare O Captain ! My ...
... Children Lafayette Lead , Kindly Light ..... Malibran and the Young Musician Marco Bozzaris Napoleon Bonaparte Niagara Falls New England Weather No Excellence Without Labor North American Indians Not One Child to Spare O Captain ! My ...
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... Child , 221 .Edward Bulwer , 263 . William Cullen Bryant , 320 . Washington Irving , 154 .Joseph Rodman Drake , 216 .Edward Everett , 87 179 .Anonymous , 346 .Henry D. Thoreau , 105 .Francis Mahony , 357 Alfred Tennyson , 108 ..Daniel ...
... Child , 221 .Edward Bulwer , 263 . William Cullen Bryant , 320 . Washington Irving , 154 .Joseph Rodman Drake , 216 .Edward Everett , 87 179 .Anonymous , 346 .Henry D. Thoreau , 105 .Francis Mahony , 357 Alfred Tennyson , 108 ..Daniel ...
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... children , and in affectation , terror , etc. Though rudely blows the wintry blast , And sifting snows fall white and fast , Mark Haley drives along the street , Perched high upon his wagon - seat ; His somber face the storm defies ...
... children , and in affectation , terror , etc. Though rudely blows the wintry blast , And sifting snows fall white and fast , Mark Haley drives along the street , Perched high upon his wagon - seat ; His somber face the storm defies ...
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... children on the play - ground and in the school - room . Have pupils read a selection in any of the degrees of pitch represented above . Low pitch is used in expressing solemn , sublime or pathetic thought . EXAMPLES . Solemn . 1 ...
... children on the play - ground and in the school - room . Have pupils read a selection in any of the degrees of pitch represented above . Low pitch is used in expressing solemn , sublime or pathetic thought . EXAMPLES . Solemn . 1 ...
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... children may be emulated in this . BREATHING EXERCISES . Too much importance cannot be attached to these exercises . 1. Chest Breathing.- Relax the muscles of the chest . Take a full inspiration and expand the chest to its fullest ...
... children may be emulated in this . BREATHING EXERCISES . Too much importance cannot be attached to these exercises . 1. Chest Breathing.- Relax the muscles of the chest . Take a full inspiration and expand the chest to its fullest ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Abraham Davenport ALICE CARY American arms beautiful Biddleville bless Boabdil born breath Bright Angel trail Brutus Bucky O'Neil cable Cæsar called canyon Cheyne child clouds dark dead death deep dream Duhobret earth educated England eyes fall father fear feet flowers friends genius give gray Greeley hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY WARD BEECHER hills honor hour human hundred JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE king labor land leaves light live look Lord LYDIA MARIA CHILD miles mind morning mother nature never night noble o'er ocean OLIVER GOLDSMITH Placerville poems poor rich Ring rise river sail ship shore shout silent Sir Launfal snow soul sound speak stood sweet tell thee THOMAS CARLYLE thou thought thousand trees unto valley voice waters wild wind words young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 291 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
الصفحة 309 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
الصفحة 323 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
الصفحة 102 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
الصفحة 306 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
الصفحة 340 - Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
الصفحة 322 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
الصفحة 308 - If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
الصفحة 258 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
الصفحة 301 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers: they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, as I do here.