The Literary World: Sixth [-eighth] ReaderB.F. Johnson, 1919 |
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... called dramatic ; in this way many of the great plays of the world are written . These different classes of prose and poetry are called types . You will notice that the selections in this volume are arranged by types . First comes Prose ...
... called dramatic ; in this way many of the great plays of the world are written . These different classes of prose and poetry are called types . You will notice that the selections in this volume are arranged by types . First comes Prose ...
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... called Jupiter , who had been freed before the reverses of the family , but who could be induced , neither by threats nor by promises , to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the footsteps of his young " Massa Will ...
... called Jupiter , who had been freed before the reverses of the family , but who could be induced , neither by threats nor by promises , to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the footsteps of his young " Massa Will ...
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... called to mind the poor fellow's speech about the beetle's being " the index of his fortune . " Upon the whole , I was sadly vexed and puzzled , but , at length , I concluded to make a virtue of necessity to dig with a good will , and ...
... called to mind the poor fellow's speech about the beetle's being " the index of his fortune . " Upon the whole , I was sadly vexed and puzzled , but , at length , I concluded to make a virtue of necessity to dig with a good will , and ...
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... called to mind the peculiar spots on the back of the insect and admitted to myself that your re- mark had some little foundation in fact . Still , the sneer at my graphic powers irritated me for I am considered a good artist — and ...
... called to mind the peculiar spots on the back of the insect and admitted to myself that your re- mark had some little foundation in fact . Still , the sneer at my graphic powers irritated me for I am considered a good artist — and ...
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... called the " mystery story , " or the " tale of ratiocination , " because something is reasoned out logically from a slight clue to a surprising ending . " The Gold Bug " depends mainly on the plot for its interest . The character ...
... called the " mystery story , " or the " tale of ratiocination , " because something is reasoned out logically from a slight clue to a surprising ending . " The Gold Bug " depends mainly on the plot for its interest . The character ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aglaia ancient Mariner appeared asked beetle blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar called Carcassonne Casca Cassius character Coppy Cranford cried dear death death's-head door doth Exeunt eyes face Father Abram fear Feathertop fell fire give gold hand hast hath head hear heard heart hills Holmes honor ides of March Julius Cæsar Jupiter Legrand letter liberty live look lord Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony massa ment Messala mill mind Miss Allardyce morning Mother Rigby never night noble Octavius oration parchment peace Pindarus pipe poem poor Red-Headed League Roman Rome scarabaeus scarecrow seemed seen Sherlock Holmes Sir Launfal skull smile soul speak spirit stood story strong tell Tennessee's Partner thee things thou thought tion Titinius to-day tree turned voice Wee Willie Winkie witch WORDS AND PHRASES young
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Seite 421 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 200 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 197 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 415 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Seite 182 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Seite 185 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate?
Seite 421 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Seite 276 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but...
Seite 327 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Seite 181 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...