The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Книга 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... wish to talk with him . He studied at the academy of Annan for three years . His father , dressed in his coarse workman's clothes , once visited him there . Thomas was afraid that the other boys would laugh at him , but the sturdy ...
... wish to talk with him . He studied at the academy of Annan for three years . His father , dressed in his coarse workman's clothes , once visited him there . Thomas was afraid that the other boys would laugh at him , but the sturdy ...
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... wish I may never hear of the United States 25 again ! " I suppose he did not know how the words shocked old Colonel Morgan , who was holding the court . Half the officers who sat in it had served through the Revo- lution , and their ...
... wish I may never hear of the United States 25 again ! " I suppose he did not know how the words shocked old Colonel Morgan , who was holding the court . Half the officers who sat in it had served through the Revo- lution , and their ...
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... wish- 20 ing there was any way to make him turn over two pages ; but he had not quite presence of mind for that ; he colored crimson and staggered on : - 25 " For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles , proud his name ...
... wish- 20 ing there was any way to make him turn over two pages ; but he had not quite presence of mind for that ; he colored crimson and staggered on : - 25 " For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles , proud his name ...
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... wish can claim ; Despite those titles , power , and pelf , The wretch , concentered all in self , Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored ...
... wish can claim ; Despite those titles , power , and pelf , The wretch , concentered all in self , Living , shall forfeit fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust , from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonored ...
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... wish , and be- came so interested in his books that he would read and 20 study until after midnight . His compositions and verses attracted attention dur- ing his early boyhood . Before he was sixteen years old he had written two of the ...
... wish , and be- came so interested in his books that he would read and 20 study until after midnight . His compositions and verses attracted attention dur- ing his early boyhood . Before he was sixteen years old he had written two of the ...
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Страница 228 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 169 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Страница 119 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Страница 54 - 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 229 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Страница 230 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 18 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance; a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared in an instant to whatever of terror there may be in war and death ; — all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is...
Страница 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Страница 116 - 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Страница 169 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.