Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, كتاب 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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الصفحة 7
... arms of the Etruscan confederation in his behalf . Their defeat is told in the following ballad , which " is supposed to have been made about a hundred and twenty years after the war which it celebrates , and just before the taking of ...
... arms of the Etruscan confederation in his behalf . Their defeat is told in the following ballad , which " is supposed to have been made about a hundred and twenty years after the war which it celebrates , and just before the taking of ...
الصفحة 12
... arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul : Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . 165 170 175 180 185 190 And nearer fast and 12 STANDARD CLASSIC ...
... arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul : Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . 165 170 175 180 185 190 And nearer fast and 12 STANDARD CLASSIC ...
الصفحة 17
... struck at Seius , And clove him to the teeth : At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust ; And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms . Clashed in the bloody dust . 320 325 330 335 340 345 350 Then Ocnus of HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE 17.
... struck at Seius , And clove him to the teeth : At Picus brave Horatius Darted one fiery thrust ; And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms . Clashed in the bloody dust . 320 325 330 335 340 345 350 Then Ocnus of HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE 17.
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... arms lie spread ; And the pale augurs , muttering low , Gaze on the blasted head . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain , Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he ...
... arms lie spread ; And the pale augurs , muttering low , Gaze on the blasted head . On Astur's throat Horatius Right firmly pressed his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain , Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he ...
الصفحة 23
... 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 . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But ...
... 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 . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS army Asgard Atalanta Baldur battle beautiful born brave bridge Brunhilde Cæsar called castle Clusium coal court cried death Dewey died dream earth England English Ernest Esther Explain eyes father fear Frigg Gawaine gods gold golden H. A. GUERBER Haman hand hast head heard heart heaven HELPS FOR STUDY Hercules hero hills Hippomenes Horatius horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane iron Izanami Jews King Arthur King Pellinore king's land Lars Porsena live look lord Mordecai mother mountain never night noble Odin once palace passed Phrixos poem poet Prince Queen river rock Roman Rustum sent ships shouted Siegfried Sir Launfal Sir Tor Sleepy Hollow smile soldiers Solomon Stone Face stood story Susa-no-o sword tell thee thou thought told took trees turned valley voice words young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 336 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
الصفحة 65 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
الصفحة 335 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
الصفحة 32 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
الصفحة 335 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
الصفحة 214 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
الصفحة 132 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
الصفحة 117 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
الصفحة 197 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
الصفحة 60 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.