Child Classics, كتاب 5Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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الصفحة 61
... ship rolled and beat , which she did without a moment's pause , with a violence quite inconceivable , -beat the side as if it would stave it in . Some efforts were making to cut this portion of the wreck away ; for , as the ship turned ...
... ship rolled and beat , which she did without a moment's pause , with a violence quite inconceivable , -beat the side as if it would stave it in . Some efforts were making to cut this portion of the wreck away ; for , as the ship turned ...
الصفحة 62
... ship rolled and dashed , like a desperate creature driven mad , now show- ing us the whole sweep of her deck , as she turned on her beam - ends towards the shore , now nothing but her keel , as she sprang wildly over and turned towards ...
... ship rolled and dashed , like a desperate creature driven mad , now show- ing us the whole sweep of her deck , as she turned on her beam - ends towards the shore , now nothing but her keel , as she sprang wildly over and turned towards ...
الصفحة 65
... ship , he seemed to leap up into it with a mighty bound , and the ship was gone ! Some eddying fragments I saw in the sea , as if a mere cask had been broken , in running to the spot where they were hauling in . Consternation was in ...
... ship , he seemed to leap up into it with a mighty bound , and the ship was gone ! Some eddying fragments I saw in the sea , as if a mere cask had been broken , in running to the spot where they were hauling in . Consternation was in ...
الصفحة 81
... ships are out of gear , And the half my men are sick . I must fly , but follow quick . We are six ships of the line ; can we fight with fifty- three ? " II Then spake Sir Richard Grenville : " I know you are no coward ; You fly them for ...
... ships are out of gear , And the half my men are sick . I must fly , but follow quick . We are six ships of the line ; can we fight with fifty- three ? " II Then spake Sir Richard Grenville : " I know you are no coward ; You fly them for ...
الصفحة 82
... ships of war that day , Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven ; But Sir Richard bore in hand all his ... ship and to fight , And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight , With his huge sea - castles ...
... ships of war that day , Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven ; But Sir Richard bore in hand all his ... ship and to fight , And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight , With his huge sea - castles ...
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Abridged Andy Antony arms asked Bashkirs battle bells Ben-Hur born Brutus burned Cæsar called Camelot cannon Captain chaise Cranford cried Crito dark dead deck Doctor Don Quixote Ernest eyes father fight fire fleet gave give glory hand hath head hear heard heart Hector honor horse Ichabod Indiana John Halifax JULIUS CÆSAR King knew Lady of Shalott land laughed letter live look Lord Maggie Mark Antony master Master of Ballantrae mother never night noble Pahom Phil Adams Pickwick poet poor postmaster Ralph Waldo Emerson road Robert Louis Stevenson round saddle Second Citizen seemed ship side Sigurd silent Silver simple old soul Squire Stone Face stood story tell thee thing thou thought trees turned versts walk wife wind Winkle word Zoeterwoude
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الصفحة 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
الصفحة 31 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
الصفحة 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
الصفحة 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
الصفحة 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
الصفحة 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
الصفحة 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.