Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, كتاب 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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الصفحة 29
... tree Abraham's mother was laid away to rest . There was no minister to speak words of comfort , and this grieved Abraham , who knew how his mother loved God . He determined to have a funeral service for her . He knew of a minister who ...
... tree Abraham's mother was laid away to rest . There was no minister to speak words of comfort , and this grieved Abraham , who knew how his mother loved God . He determined to have a funeral service for her . He knew of a minister who ...
الصفحة 37
... tree - boughs swaying blind , And on the grass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger - tips of sleet . Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell , and testified Of human life and thought outside ...
... tree - boughs swaying blind , And on the grass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger - tips of sleet . Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell , and testified Of human life and thought outside ...
الصفحة 38
... tree Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free . The crane and pendent trammels showed , The Turks ' heads on the andirions glowed ; While childish fancy , prompt to tell The meaning of the miracle , Whispered the old rhyme : " Under the tree ...
... tree Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free . The crane and pendent trammels showed , The Turks ' heads on the andirions glowed ; While childish fancy , prompt to tell The meaning of the miracle , Whispered the old rhyme : " Under the tree ...
الصفحة 40
... trees , We hear , like them , the hum of bees And rustle of the bladed corn ; We turn the pages that they read , Their written words we linger o'er , But in the sun they cast no shade , No voice is heard , no sign is made , No step is ...
... trees , We hear , like them , the hum of bees And rustle of the bladed corn ; We turn the pages that they read , Their written words we linger o'er , But in the sun they cast no shade , No voice is heard , no sign is made , No step is ...
الصفحة 41
... trees ; Again for him the moonlight shone On Norman cap and bodied zone ; Again he heard the violin play Which led the village dance away , And mingled in its merry whirl The grandam and the laughing girl . Or , nearer home , our steps ...
... trees ; Again for him the moonlight shone On Norman cap and bodied zone ; Again he heard the violin play Which led the village dance away , And mingled in its merry whirl The grandam and the laughing girl . Or , nearer home , our steps ...
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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.