Brooks's Readers: Sixth, Seventh and Eighth YearsAmerican book Company, 1907 |
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... that , you 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.
... that , you 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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... 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 not do it on purpose , " replied Garoffi , still trembling violently . FIFTH READER - B " It ...
... 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 not do it on purpose , " replied Garoffi , still trembling violently . FIFTH READER - B " It ...
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... heard the tremble of her voice , As if a fault confessing . " I'm sorry that I spelt the word ; I hate to go above you , Because , " -the brown eyes lower fell , - " Because , you see , I love you . " Still memory to a gray - haired man ...
... heard the tremble of her voice , As if a fault confessing . " I'm sorry that I spelt the word ; I hate to go above you , Because , " -the brown eyes lower fell , - " Because , you see , I love you . " Still memory to a gray - haired man ...
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... sand . Oh , how foolish I was to think I could be a great river ! ' 99 Just as she said this she heard a rushing sound , and across the fields she caught the flashing of silvery water , with a glimmer of white sails above 32.
... sand . Oh , how foolish I was to think I could be a great river ! ' 99 Just as she said this she heard a rushing sound , and across the fields she caught the flashing of silvery water , with a glimmer of white sails above 32.
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... heard her say that if all the boys and girls in the world were to rise up and say that there should be no more cruelty to animals , they could put a stop to it . Perhaps it will help a little if I tell a story . I am fond of boys and ...
... heard her say that if all the boys and girls in the world were to rise up and say that there should be no more cruelty to animals , they could put a stop to it . Perhaps it will help a little if I tell a story . I am fond of boys and ...
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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.