The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Bücher 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... , it did not matter with whom , and bubbling over in a general incoherent babel . But Thornton fell on his knees beside Buck . Head was against head , and he was shaking him back and forth . " I'll give you a thousand for him , sir 17.
... , it did not matter with whom , and bubbling over in a general incoherent babel . But Thornton fell on his knees beside Buck . Head was against head , and he was shaking him back and forth . " I'll give you a thousand for him , sir 17.
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Book six-[eight] Will David Howe. " I'll give you a thousand for him , sir , " spluttered the Skookum Bench King ; " a thousand , sir - twelve hundred , sir . " Thornton rose to his feet . His eyes were wet . The tears were streaming ...
Book six-[eight] Will David Howe. " I'll give you a thousand for him , sir , " spluttered the Skookum Bench King ; " a thousand , sir - twelve hundred , sir . " Thornton rose to his feet . His eyes were wet . The tears were streaming ...
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... give thee a great deal more than I have promised . " 66 Why , should this come to pass , " quoth Sancho Panza , " and I be made a king by some such miracle , as your worship says , then Joan Guthierez ( my mis'ess ) would be at least a ...
... give thee a great deal more than I have promised . " 66 Why , should this come to pass , " quoth Sancho Panza , " and I be made a king by some such miracle , as your worship says , then Joan Guthierez ( my mis'ess ) would be at least a ...
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... me no further . Bru . Away , slight man ! Cas . Is't possible ! Bru . Hear me , for I will speak . Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? Cas . Must I endure all this ? Bru . 31.
... me no further . Bru . Away , slight man ! Cas . Is't possible ! Bru . Hear me , for I will speak . Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? Cas . Must I endure all this ? Bru . 31.
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... give my heart . Strike , as thou didst at Cæsar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lovedst him better Then ever thou lovedst Cassius . Bru . Sheathe your dagger . Be angry when you will , it shall have scope : Do what ...
... give my heart . Strike , as thou didst at Cæsar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lovedst him better Then ever thou lovedst Cassius . Bru . Sheathe your dagger . Be angry when you will , it shall have scope : Do what ...
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...