The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Bücher 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... head and offal flying , and the empty fish slid across to Uncle Salters , who snorted fiercely . There was another sound of tearing , the back- bone flew over the bulwarks , and the fish , headless , gutted , and open , splashed in the ...
... head and offal flying , and the empty fish slid across to Uncle Salters , who snorted fiercely . There was another sound of tearing , the back- bone flew over the bulwarks , and the fish , headless , gutted , and open , splashed in the ...
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... heads , dropped liver , and flying offal ; the " caraaah " of Uncle Salter's knife scooping away backbones ; and the flap of wet , opened bodies falling into the tub . At the end of an hour Harvey would have given the world to rest ...
... heads , dropped liver , and flying offal ; the " caraaah " of Uncle Salter's knife scooping away backbones ; and the flap of wet , opened bodies falling into the tub . At the end of an hour Harvey would have given the world to rest ...
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... heads , and retreated . " Blood - ends for breakfast an ' head - chowder , " said Long Jack , smacking his lips . " Knife oh ! " repeated Uncle Salters , waving the flat , curved splitter's weapon . " Look by your foot , Harve , " cried ...
... heads , and retreated . " Blood - ends for breakfast an ' head - chowder , " said Long Jack , smacking his lips . " Knife oh ! " repeated Uncle Salters , waving the flat , curved splitter's weapon . " Look by your foot , Harve , " cried ...
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... heads . They up - eend thet way when on him like the doleful tombs , hain't he ? " A horrible stench of decayed fish ... head . Sleepy ? " " Dead sleepy , " said Harvey , nodding forward . " Mustn't sleep on watch . Rouse up an ' see ef ...
... heads . They up - eend thet way when on him like the doleful tombs , hain't he ? " A horrible stench of decayed fish ... head . Sleepy ? " " Dead sleepy , " said Harvey , nodding forward . " Mustn't sleep on watch . Rouse up an ' see ef ...
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... length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew , That one small head could carry all he knew . FOR LOVE OF A MAN JACK LONDON That winter , 11 Oliver Goldsmith Village.
... length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew , That one small head could carry all he knew . FOR LOVE OF A MAN JACK LONDON That winter , 11 Oliver Goldsmith Village.
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...