Choice Literature: For Grammar Grades, Книга 2American Book Company, 1898 |
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... hand , or matter beyond the comprehension of the pupils on the other , has been avoided . Each volume of the series has been made with a definite purpose in view , and in each will appear a brief statement in regard to the selections ...
... hand , or matter beyond the comprehension of the pupils on the other , has been avoided . Each volume of the series has been made with a definite purpose in view , and in each will appear a brief statement in regard to the selections ...
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... hand . It was the author of this catas- trophe , the gunner whose culpable negligence had caused the accident , the captain of the gun . Having been the means of bringing the misfortune , he desired to repair it . He had caught up a ...
... hand . It was the author of this catas- trophe , the gunner whose culpable negligence had caused the accident , the captain of the gun . Having been the means of bringing the misfortune , he desired to repair it . He had caught up a ...
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... hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ... hand con- test , the gunner approached to challenge the cannon , some chance fluctuation of the waves kept it for a ...
... hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ... hand con- test , the gunner approached to challenge the cannon , some chance fluctuation of the waves kept it for a ...
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... hand , and the chain mul- tiplying the strokes of the battering - ram by its strokes of a thong , made a fearful whirlwind about the cannon a whip of iron in a fist of brass . This chain complicated the battle . Nevertheless , the man ...
... hand , and the chain mul- tiplying the strokes of the battering - ram by its strokes of a thong , made a fearful whirlwind about the cannon a whip of iron in a fist of brass . This chain complicated the battle . Nevertheless , the man ...
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... hand , advanced and stood near him . " March ! " said the sergeant . The platoon moved with slow step toward the bow . The two sailors who carried the shroud followed . A gloomy silence fell upon the corvette . A hurricane moaned in the ...
... hand , advanced and stood near him . " March ! " said the sergeant . The platoon moved with slow step toward the bow . The two sailors who carried the shroud followed . A gloomy silence fell upon the corvette . A hurricane moaned in the ...
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Страница 253 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 326 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
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Страница 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Страница 124 - 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. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; • Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed —...
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Страница 252 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
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