Graded Literature Readers: Seventh Book, Livro 6Harry Pratt Judson, Ida Catherine Bender C.E. Merrill Company, 1901 - 256 páginas |
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Graded Literature Readers, Livro 7 Ida Catherine Bender,Harry Pratt Judson Visualização integral - 1901 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
acid gas animals arms arrows banner beautiful Bob Cratchit body breath bright Camelot carbonic acid carbonic acid gas clouds cold Conrade creatures cried deep deer earth enemy England English eyes fastened Favosites feet fire fishes Green Mountain Boys Griffith ground Hakim hand hath head heard Heaven hills honor horse hundred Indian JOHN RUSKIN king Lady of Shalott land light little Favosites living look Lord LORD TENNYSON mountains never night ocean Oliver Goldsmith ourselves pass Pickwick pilot poems poet rain Richard river rock rode sails Saladin Saracen seemed shell ship shun side Sir Kenneth skates stars stone sword thee things thou Tiny Tiny Tim tion tower town pump troops trumpet Vail Vaux vessel Victoria Cross voice walk waves Weller William Hickling Prescott WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Winkle word yards young Cratchits
Passagens conhecidas
Página 101 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
Página 204 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 100 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Página 45 - 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.
Página 180 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 100 - If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Página 99 - They tell us, Sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week — or the next year?
Página 45 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who from zone to zone Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my Steps aright.
Página 98 - 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.
Página 97 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.