Brooks's Readers: Sixth, Seventh and Eighth YearsAmerican book Company, 1907 |
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... the war of 1866 . His On the bench near me is a boy who is called " The Little Mason , " because his father is a mason . face is as round as an apple and his nose is like a little ball . He wears a ragged cap which he 13.
... the war of 1866 . His On the bench near me is a boy who is called " The Little Mason , " because his father is a mason . face is as round as an apple and his nose is like a little ball . He wears a ragged cap which he 13.
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... little rogues . " Just at that moment a sharp cry was heard from the other side of the street , and we saw an old man who had lost his hat and was staggering about , covering his face with his hands . A boy near him cried 16.
... little rogues . " Just at that moment a sharp cry was heard from the other side of the street , and we saw an old man who had lost his hat and was staggering about , covering his face with his hands . A boy near him cried 16.
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... face was deathly white . " Who was it ? Who did it ? " the crowd continued to cry . Then I heard Garrone saying softly to Garoffi , " Go and give yourself up ; it would be cowardly to allow some one else to be arrested . " " But I did ...
... face was deathly white . " Who was it ? Who did it ? " the crowd continued to cry . Then I heard Garrone saying softly to Garoffi , " Go and give yourself up ; it would be cowardly to allow some one else to be arrested . " " But I did ...
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... face to face , As a brave man meets his foe . And while we wrestle and strive My master , the miller , stands And feeds me with his hands ; For he knows who makes him thrive , Who makes 23 The Windmill.
... face to face , As a brave man meets his foe . And while we wrestle and strive My master , the miller , stands And feeds me with his hands ; For he knows who makes him thrive , Who makes 23 The Windmill.
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... face Where pride and shame were mingled . Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left , he lingered , As restlessly her tiny hands The blue - checked apron fingered . He saw her lift her eyes ; he felt The soft hand's light ...
... face Where pride and shame were mingled . Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left , he lingered , As restlessly her tiny hands The blue - checked apron fingered . He saw her lift her eyes ; he felt The soft hand's light ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 433 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
الصفحة 435 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair ! How they clang, and clash, and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air...
الصفحة 328 - Peace, 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 ! LESSON...
الصفحة 321 - 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 211 - Tiber ! Father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day !" So he spake, and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide.
الصفحة 435 - 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 225 - And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, " Behold, a sower went forth to sow; and when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up.
الصفحة 210 - Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.
الصفحة 254 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
الصفحة 252 - The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.