The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Bücher 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... entered on a discussion of the value of freedom as opposed to slavery in the manufacturing in- terest , arguing that freedom everywhere increases a man's necessities , and what he needs he buys , and that it was , therefore , to the ...
... entered on a discussion of the value of freedom as opposed to slavery in the manufacturing in- terest , arguing that freedom everywhere increases a man's necessities , and what he needs he buys , and that it was , therefore , to the ...
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... entering into line amid this terrible crumbling . Feeling that they were going to their death , they cried out : Vive l'Empereur ! There is nothing more touching in history than this death agony bursting forth in accla- mations . In the ...
... entering into line amid this terrible crumbling . Feeling that they were going to their death , they cried out : Vive l'Empereur ! There is nothing more touching in history than this death agony bursting forth in accla- mations . In the ...
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... entered in the morning . Even the ripples were a danger to our overloaded craft ; but the worst of it was that we were swept out of our true course , and away from our proper landing - place behind the point . If we let the current have ...
... entered in the morning . Even the ripples were a danger to our overloaded craft ; but the worst of it was that we were swept out of our true course , and away from our proper landing - place behind the point . If we let the current have ...
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... entered it . Under the buckle of his breeches blood was soaking away inside his gaiters ; and then he saw how he had dyed the water . We live in deeds , not years ; in thoughts , not breaths ; In feelings , not in figures on a dial . We ...
... entered it . Under the buckle of his breeches blood was soaking away inside his gaiters ; and then he saw how he had dyed the water . We live in deeds , not years ; in thoughts , not breaths ; In feelings , not in figures on a dial . We ...
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... thou are shadows in the cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate . " " Hark , by the bird's song ye may learn the nest , ” Said Yniol ; " enter quickly . " Entering then , Right o'er a mount of newly - fallen stones , 180.
... thou are shadows in the cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate . " " Hark , by the bird's song ye may learn the nest , ” Said Yniol ; " enter quickly . " Entering then , Right o'er a mount of newly - fallen stones , 180.
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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...