The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Libro 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... , but he wiped her scratched face and bathed 25 it again and again , and presently , to his joy , she sighed and half opened her eyes , and sighed again , and then , as he was still asking her how 20 THE HILL READERS.
... , but he wiped her scratched face and bathed 25 it again and again , and presently , to his joy , she sighed and half opened her eyes , and sighed again , and then , as he was still asking her how 20 THE HILL READERS.
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... half a century he was connected with the Evening Post . In addition to his original poems Bryant made admirable translations of Homer's 20 Iliad and Odyssey . His poetry overflows with natural religion , —with what Words- worth calls ...
... half a century he was connected with the Evening Post . In addition to his original poems Bryant made admirable translations of Homer's 20 Iliad and Odyssey . His poetry overflows with natural religion , —with what Words- worth calls ...
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... shallow water , and the rising tide carried her still farther toward shore , until she lodged against an old gum boot 25 that lay half buried in the sand . There were no other oysters in sight . Her head ached and she BOOK FIVE 41.
... shallow water , and the rising tide carried her still farther toward shore , until she lodged against an old gum boot 25 that lay half buried in the sand . There were no other oysters in sight . Her head ached and she BOOK FIVE 41.
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... half woman and half fish . pixie : a fairy . — HOW WILLIAM , DUKE OF NORMANDY , WAS KNIGHTED EVA 44 THE HILL READERS.
... half woman and half fish . pixie : a fairy . — HOW WILLIAM , DUKE OF NORMANDY , WAS KNIGHTED EVA 44 THE HILL READERS.
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... half in depth , swung by a chain at either 10 end from an oak laid across the channel . Now the torrent came down so vehemently that the chains at full stretch were creaking , and the hurdle , buf- feted almost flat , and thatched with ...
... half in depth , swung by a chain at either 10 end from an oak laid across the channel . Now the torrent came down so vehemently that the chains at full stretch were creaking , and the hurdle , buf- feted almost flat , and thatched with ...
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The Hill Readers, Libro 5 Daniel Harvey Hill,Frank Lincoln Stevens,Charles William Burkett Vista completa - 1906 |
The Hill Readers, Libro 5 Daniel Harvey Hill,Frank Lincoln Stevens,Charles William Burkett Vista completa - 1906 |
Términos y frases comunes
answer Arion arms asked beautiful began bells bird born breath called cane child cried Dante dark death delight earth England English eyes face farmer father fear feet France French gave Gavroche George Eliot give green hand Hansli head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WOODFIN GRADY HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ hills of Habersham honor horse John JOHN BANISTER TABB JOHN BROWN GORDON Katinka king knew land Laurens Leicester listen lived look lord Lygia master mother Nausicaa never Nicholas Nickleby night old gum boot PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Periander phaëton plantation play poems Queen RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE Sancho Shakespeare sick little oyster silence sing smile snow soldier song Speug stood story TELL thee things thou thought took turned valleys of Hall voice Waspik watch wild William young ZEBULON BAIRD VANCE
Pasajes populares
Página 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
Página 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
Página 320 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Página 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Página 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Página 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...