Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 sider |
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Side 21
... returned . Once on the Continent , they had to make their way , poor and friendless , through people whose language they did not understand , and who were in many places ten times more rude and danger- ous in those ages than the ...
... returned . Once on the Continent , they had to make their way , poor and friendless , through people whose language they did not understand , and who were in many places ten times more rude and danger- ous in those ages than the ...
Side 42
... returned the Angel in a mild voice . King Robert trembled from head to foot , and said , " Even what thou wouldst , O mighty and good stranger , whom I know not how to name , -hardly to look at ! " The stranger laid his hand on the ...
... returned the Angel in a mild voice . King Robert trembled from head to foot , and said , " Even what thou wouldst , O mighty and good stranger , whom I know not how to name , -hardly to look at ! " The stranger laid his hand on the ...
Side 43
... returned to King Robert , but never an atom of his pride ; and after a blessed reign , he died , disclosing this history to his weeping nobles , and requesting that it might be recorded in the Sicilian Annals . IX THE MAN OF LIFE ...
... returned to King Robert , but never an atom of his pride ; and after a blessed reign , he died , disclosing this history to his weeping nobles , and requesting that it might be recorded in the Sicilian Annals . IX THE MAN OF LIFE ...
Side 70
... returned northward , through fog and floating ice . The ancient Mari- ner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen . At length did cross an Albatross : Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul , We hail'd it ...
... returned northward , through fog and floating ice . The ancient Mari- ner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen . At length did cross an Albatross : Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul , We hail'd it ...
Side 85
... returned , I heard and in my soul discerned Two Voices in the air . Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' Is this the man ? By Him Who died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low , The harmless Albatross . The spirit who bideth by himself ...
... returned , I heard and in my soul discerned Two Voices in the air . Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' Is this the man ? By Him Who died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low , The harmless Albatross . The spirit who bideth by himself ...
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Acadians ancient ANGEL Antony Augustin beautiful bird blood born breast brother BROTHER AZARIAS Brutus Caesar Caligula called child Church cloud cried dead dear death door dream earth England English Epimetheus eyes face fear fell fire Fourth Cit friends Gluck gold Golden River Grail hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail honorable horse hour hundred Irish language JAMES SHIRLEY king land light living looked Lord Mock Turtle monks morning mountain never night noble o'er Pandora Piso poems poet poor Pope pray prayer Prince John rest Rip Van Winkle round Saxons Schwartz Second Cit seemed ship side sleep soul speak spirit stood sweet tell thee things thought Treasure Valley trees turned voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
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Side 250 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Side 251 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Side 308 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 307 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 69 - 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 roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Side 72 - 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.
Side 192 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Side 317 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the...
Side 251 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 218 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.