The Progressive English reading books, Том 4 |
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... shores where all was dumb ! Yet , prophet - like , that lone one stood , With dauntless words and high , That shook the sere leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ; 66 Saying , ' We are twins in death , proud Sun ! Thy face is ...
... shores where all was dumb ! Yet , prophet - like , that lone one stood , With dauntless words and high , That shook the sere leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ; 66 Saying , ' We are twins in death , proud Sun ! Thy face is ...
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... shores the produce of every clime . Labour brings us Indian rice and American cotton ; African ivory and Greenland oil ; fruits from the sunny South and furs from the frozen North ; tea from the East and sugar from the West : carrying ...
... shores the produce of every clime . Labour brings us Indian rice and American cotton ; African ivory and Greenland oil ; fruits from the sunny South and furs from the frozen North ; tea from the East and sugar from the West : carrying ...
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... shore , to aid my cause and me , That parchment would I scatter wide to every breeze that blows , And once more reign a Stuart Queen o'er my remorseless foes ! " A red spot burned upon her cheek --- streamed her rich tresses down ; And ...
... shore , to aid my cause and me , That parchment would I scatter wide to every breeze that blows , And once more reign a Stuart Queen o'er my remorseless foes ! " A red spot burned upon her cheek --- streamed her rich tresses down ; And ...
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... shore , - ---- my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining , with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er , Tell me what thy lordly name is on the But whose velvet violet lining ...
... shore , - ---- my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining , with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp - light gloated o'er , Tell me what thy lordly name is on the But whose velvet violet lining ...
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... shore to the loftiest valleys and table lands of the Andes and Himalayas , it is successfully cultivated . The immigrant clears the primeval forest of Canada , or the fern- brakes of New Zealand , and there the corn seed sown will ...
... shore to the loftiest valleys and table lands of the Andes and Himalayas , it is successfully cultivated . The immigrant clears the primeval forest of Canada , or the fern- brakes of New Zealand , and there the corn seed sown will ...
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ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
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Страница 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Страница 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Страница 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Страница 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Страница 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Страница 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Страница 95 - 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.