The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Bücher 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... . From The Lady or the Tiger , and Other Stories 265 • 66 66 66 The Eagle Ulysses · · 66 66 66 18 . 145 Geraint Wins His Bride . From The Idylls of the King 178 NAME THACKERAY , WILLIAM MAKE- PEACE VAN DYKE , HENRY xi.
... . From The Lady or the Tiger , and Other Stories 265 • 66 66 66 The Eagle Ulysses · · 66 66 66 18 . 145 Geraint Wins His Bride . From The Idylls of the King 178 NAME THACKERAY , WILLIAM MAKE- PEACE VAN DYKE , HENRY xi.
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... story ran that he could gauge ; In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For , even though vanquished , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still ...
... story ran that he could gauge ; In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For , even though vanquished , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still ...
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... story , told him that Mr. Such - a - One , if he pleased , might " take the law of him " for fishing in that part of the river . My friend , Sir Roger , heard them both , upon a round trot ; and after having paused some time , told them ...
... story , told him that Mr. Such - a - One , if he pleased , might " take the law of him " for fishing in that part of the river . My friend , Sir Roger , heard them both , upon a round trot ; and after having paused some time , told them ...
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... story , had not the inn- keeper , upon Sir Roger's alighting , told him in my hear- ing , that his honor's head was brought back last night with the alterations that he had ordered to be made in it . Upon this , my friend , with his ...
... story , had not the inn- keeper , upon Sir Roger's alighting , told him in my hear- ing , that his honor's head was brought back last night with the alterations that he had ordered to be made in it . Upon this , my friend , with his ...
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... story of my most thrilling moment as an angler . But which was the moment of the deepest thrill ? Was it when the huckleberry bush saved me from a watery grave , or when the log rolled under my feet and started down the river ? Was it ...
... story of my most thrilling moment as an angler . But which was the moment of the deepest thrill ? Was it when the huckleberry bush saved me from a watery grave , or when the log rolled under my feet and started down the river ? Was it ...
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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
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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...