Longmans' "ship" Literary Readers: the fifth-[sixth] readerLongmans, Green and Company, 1897 |
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abbot Alleyne archers assegais Aylward ball Ben Jonson besiegers boat breath caliph called Captain Oughton causeway cheerful church command COMPOSITION.-Write Cortés corvette cried Cromwell crown Cusha dark dead death deck enemy England English face fair lord fell fight fire followed forecastle galleys gold Goldsmith guns hand hath head heard heart Henry Hervé Riel honour Hordle John horses John Rawlins king Lady LESSON light live Loamshire Lochleven looked lord mangonels mantelets master Milton morning night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pass pilot play poem poet poop queen Rapparee rise Rorke's Drift round sail seamen seemed sentinel Seyton Shakspeare ship shoals shot side Sir Nigel soldiers stones stood story thee thou thought Tlacopan took tower Turks turned vessel Vicar of Wakefield VICTORIA CROSS village walls White Company wind Windsor Castle words wounded yards Zulus
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Страница 275 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.