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... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take the lantern , child , to light 66 Your mother through the snow . " ' That , father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis ...
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take the lantern , child , to light 66 Your mother through the snow . " ' That , father , will I gladly do ! ' Tis ...
الصفحة 8
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 1. INTRODUCTION . ( To be given by the master , the books being shut . ) — This is a story about a little girl , who lived in a hilly and moorland country , in the north- west of England ...
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . 1. INTRODUCTION . ( To be given by the master , the books being shut . ) — This is a story about a little girl , who lived in a hilly and moorland country , in the north- west of England ...
الصفحة 10
... sweet . Thus : But the sweet face of Lucy Gray . ] 6. First line of the third verse . What wrong accent comes naturally to our minds here ? [ The accent on be . ] 7. How shall we best avoid it ? [ By making a slight pause after to ...
... sweet . Thus : But the sweet face of Lucy Gray . ] 6. First line of the third verse . What wrong accent comes naturally to our minds here ? [ The accent on be . ] 7. How shall we best avoid it ? [ By making a slight pause after to ...
الصفحة 19
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnished well ; ' Twas autumn - and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . ' Twas evening ...
... sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnished well ; ' Twas autumn - and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . ' Twas evening ...
الصفحة 25
... Sweet were his words when last we met . 6. They only saw the cloud of night . 7 . They only heard the roar of Yarrow . I have stood on many a field Of blood , and I have fought with many a foe ; Never was that field lost , or that foe ...
... Sweet were his words when last we met . 6. They only saw the cloud of night . 7 . They only heard the roar of Yarrow . I have stood on many a field Of blood , and I have fought with many a foe ; Never was that field lost , or that foe ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
abbot AFFIRMATIVE STATEMENTS art thou Avoid the verse-accent BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF MORGARTEN beautiful bird Bishop brave breath Cæsar CAUTIONS child CONSONANTS creeping everywhere cried dark dead death den Bosch doth emphasis emphatic word eyes fairy flax father feeling flowers Gelert hand happy hast hasten hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Inchcape Inchcape Rock inflection king land Lars Porsena light listener Lochinvar look Lord MARY HOWITT MATTHEW ARNOLD MEANINGS morning mountain Netherby never night o'er ORAL GYMNASTICS poem poor pupil question rain reader rising river Dee rock round sail sense sense-accent sentence shore simile sing sleep slight pause slow slowly smile snow sorrow sound speak stood story sweet tell thee thine thou art tone verse voice waves weep wild wind young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 194 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
الصفحة 107 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 229 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
الصفحة 52 - 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 230 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
الصفحة 229 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
الصفحة 227 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 230 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 231 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
الصفحة 229 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?