John Heywood's Manchester readers. [With] Key, pt.1,2, كتاب 4 |
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... head , he met with his old master , Parkenson , to whom he gave a very familiar nod as he passed , thinking that now he had begun to work for the churchwarden he should soon put poor Parkenson in the back ground . Now it happened that ...
... head , he met with his old master , Parkenson , to whom he gave a very familiar nod as he passed , thinking that now he had begun to work for the churchwarden he should soon put poor Parkenson in the back ground . Now it happened that ...
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... head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoined ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue- Who ever saw so fine a blue ! " " Hold there , " the other quick replies , " Tis green - I saw ...
... head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot with tripled claw disjoined ; And what a length of tail behind ! How slow its pace ! and then its hue- Who ever saw so fine a blue ! " " Hold there , " the other quick replies , " Tis green - I saw ...
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... head to protect it from the stones . An Indian was seen following him , but with marks of fear , as he stopped two or three times . At last , he struck the captain on the back of the head with a club , and then hastily ran back ...
... head to protect it from the stones . An Indian was seen following him , but with marks of fear , as he stopped two or three times . At last , he struck the captain on the back of the head with a club , and then hastily ran back ...
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... head ; CARO , CARNIS , flesh ; and CELLA , a cell . 2. The Latin adjectives BREVIS , short ; and CAvus , hollow . 3. The Latin verbs BEO , I bless or make happy ; with its participle BEATUS , blessed ; and BIBO , I drink . Exercise in ...
... head ; CARO , CARNIS , flesh ; and CELLA , a cell . 2. The Latin adjectives BREVIS , short ; and CAvus , hollow . 3. The Latin verbs BEO , I bless or make happy ; with its participle BEATUS , blessed ; and BIBO , I drink . Exercise in ...
الصفحة 40
... head frowned on high , Crested with bays and rosemary . Well can the green - garbed ranger tell , How , when , and where the monster fell , What dogs before his death he tore And all the baiting of the boar . The wassail round , in good ...
... head frowned on high , Crested with bays and rosemary . Well can the green - garbed ranger tell , How , when , and where the monster fell , What dogs before his death he tore And all the baiting of the boar . The wassail round , in good ...
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Alnwick Castle arcs cutting arms battle birds Bisect Born burning captain Chevy Chase Chinampas church circle cried cubic Deansgate death deep describe arc draw arcs dreadful Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth England English words Exercises in Word eyes fear feet fire flames Form lists gallons Gelert GEORGE CRABBE gills given straight line glass hear heart heaven hour inches inscribe Jem Timmings John Heywood Join king Latin adjectives Latin substantives Latin verbs Lessons light lists of English look Lord MANCHESTER READERS models morn Moscow mountain mule never night o'er Parkenson participle passed Percy perpendicular pigeon-house praise pride PROBLEM Ravenshead right angles ROBERT SOUTHEY rock round side Simple Practical Sing-sing song soon sound square thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou busy thought triangle voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind yards
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الصفحة 153 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
الصفحة 153 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 109 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 10 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
الصفحة 152 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
الصفحة 17 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 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 12 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
الصفحة 90 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. " Rome shall perish— write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish, hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
الصفحة 18 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
الصفحة 34 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.