The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Bücher 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... American Contributions to Civilization , by Charles W. Eliot , The Finer Vibrations , from The World I Live In , by Helen Keller , The Century Company ; The Root of Courage , from The Life of the Spirit , by Hamilton W. Mabie , Dodd ...
... American Contributions to Civilization , by Charles W. Eliot , The Finer Vibrations , from The World I Live In , by Helen Keller , The Century Company ; The Root of Courage , from The Life of the Spirit , by Hamilton W. Mabie , Dodd ...
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... American The Postman The Homes of the People A Day with Sir Roger The Thrilling Moment Waterloo · The Eve of Waterloo The Hippo Hunt . The Song of the Chattahoochee An Old - Time Virginia Mansion The Old South Spring in Kentucky ...
... American The Postman The Homes of the People A Day with Sir Roger The Thrilling Moment Waterloo · The Eve of Waterloo The Hippo Hunt . The Song of the Chattahoochee An Old - Time Virginia Mansion The Old South Spring in Kentucky ...
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... American Con- tributions to Civilization The Debt that Every One Must Pay From Compensation 66 66 The Rhodora GOLDSMITH , OLIVER Spring in Kentucky . From Crittenden . The Schoolmaster . From The Deserted · Village The Typical American ...
... American Con- tributions to Civilization The Debt that Every One Must Pay From Compensation 66 66 The Rhodora GOLDSMITH , OLIVER Spring in Kentucky . From Crittenden . The Schoolmaster . From The Deserted · Village The Typical American ...
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... American ways , which are all well enough with Americans , may utterly fail here , and a failure in the cause of my country now and here is horrible beyond conception to me ! " I think I never went through such a struggle of darkness ...
... American ways , which are all well enough with Americans , may utterly fail here , and a failure in the cause of my country now and here is horrible beyond conception to me ! " I think I never went through such a struggle of darkness ...
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... American that has not seen an English mob can form any conception of one . I have seen all sorts of camp meetings and experienced all kinds of public speak- ing on the stump ; I have seen the most disturbed meet- ings in New York City ...
... American that has not seen an English mob can form any conception of one . I have seen all sorts of camp meetings and experienced all kinds of public speak- ing on the stump ; I have seen the most disturbed meet- ings in New York City ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms began bells birds Brutus Buck BUNKER HILL MONUMENT called captain Cassius Christmas courage cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote English eyes face feet fish flying frigate Genappe Geraint girl grass Griffith hand head heard heart HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WARD BEECHER HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks King Lady land laugh live looked madam Malaprop master mind morning never night phaëtons pilot plants red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza ship shouted side Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind yards young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 161 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Seite 106 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Seite 103 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Seite 218 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Seite 108 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Seite 193 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Seite 145 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Seite 193 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Seite 192 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 160 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...