Cyr's Fifth Reader, Книга 5Ginn & Company, 1899 - 432 страници |
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... look down on its surface . We shall , perhaps , look down thus on the surface of air at length , and mark where a subtler spirit sweeps over it . . One November afternoon , in the calm at the end of 15 a rainstorm of several days ...
... look down on its surface . We shall , perhaps , look down thus on the surface of air at length , and mark where a subtler spirit sweeps over it . . One November afternoon , in the calm at the end of 15 a rainstorm of several days ...
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... look down between the pieces of board and recollect what a glorious effect the whole would produce , and feel into what mighty secrets I was now admitted . We made 10 a trial which succeeded well . A party of children were invited on ...
... look down between the pieces of board and recollect what a glorious effect the whole would produce , and feel into what mighty secrets I was now admitted . We made 10 a trial which succeeded well . A party of children were invited on ...
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... look over this little cliff without getting giddy ? " We are now , " he continued , " upon the Norwegian coast . The mountain upon whose top we sit is Hel- 15 seggen , the Cloudy . Now raise yourself up a little higher — hold on to the ...
... look over this little cliff without getting giddy ? " We are now , " he continued , " upon the Norwegian coast . The mountain upon whose top we sit is Hel- 15 seggen , the Cloudy . Now raise yourself up a little higher — hold on to the ...
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... look'st thou so ? " -With my cross - bow I shot the Albatross . PART II . 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 ...
... look'st thou so ? " -With my cross - bow I shot the Albatross . PART II . 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 ...
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... been choked with soot . Ah ! well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung . From The Ancient Mariner . " 10 PICCIOLA . X. B. SAINTINE . X. B. SAINTINE +947 8+.
... been choked with soot . Ah ! well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung . From The Ancient Mariner . " 10 PICCIOLA . X. B. SAINTINE . X. B. SAINTINE +947 8+.
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Страница 227 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Страница 314 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Страница 44 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Страница 65 - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Страница 45 - It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Страница 228 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Страница 186 - A corse between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Страница 228 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Страница 376 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Страница 46 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.