The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 páginas |
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... passed into a hillside clearing . She heard a tinkle of bells . Below her , down the mountain slope were other clearings broken by patches of woods . A mile or two down lay the valley and the farmhouses . That way also her enemies were ...
... passed into a hillside clearing . She heard a tinkle of bells . Below her , down the mountain slope were other clearings broken by patches of woods . A mile or two down lay the valley and the farmhouses . That way also her enemies were ...
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... passing , the winter coming , that gives such 5 peculiar influence to the days . Something has been poured out into the air from the land of magic . It has been steeped with atmospheric wine , and we drink by breathing a subtile and ...
... passing , the winter coming , that gives such 5 peculiar influence to the days . Something has been poured out into the air from the land of magic . It has been steeped with atmospheric wine , and we drink by breathing a subtile and ...
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... mishaps- One of the passing wonders marking the city road — A toiler dying in harness , heedless of call or goad . 15 Passers , crowding the pathway , staying your steps awhile THE FIFTH READER 47 DYING IN HARNESS John Boyle O'Reilly.
... mishaps- One of the passing wonders marking the city road — A toiler dying in harness , heedless of call or goad . 15 Passers , crowding the pathway , staying your steps awhile THE FIFTH READER 47 DYING IN HARNESS John Boyle O'Reilly.
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... passed would have accosted me , not knowing who I was , 15 but I brushed by them and hastened on . The Governor's door was open , and in the hall serving men were moving to and fro . I passed them without a word and went on to the ...
... passed would have accosted me , not knowing who I was , 15 but I brushed by them and hastened on . The Governor's door was open , and in the hall serving men were moving to and fro . I passed them without a word and went on to the ...
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... passed , for he was not popular ; he had borne himself so proudly with his exploits , and gold , and his eagle eye . But 20 he made so noble a defense , so full , so clear , so eloquent , so impassioned , that the same street people ...
... passed , for he was not popular ; he had borne himself so proudly with his exploits , and gold , and his eagle eye . But 20 he made so noble a defense , so full , so clear , so eloquent , so impassioned , that the same street people ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abridged American Anchises arms azalea battle beauty bees BELL OF ATRI bells birds Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cloud cold dark death deep Don Quixote earth England English eyes famous father feet fell fire flower forest French friends gray ground hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY TIMROD hill honey honor Hoopoe horse hour king land light live look Lord marsh marshes of Glynn mountain never night noble NOTE o'er once passed peace Peisthetairus Pickwick poems poet RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest sail Saladin Sancho Sancho Panza Scrooge selection is taken Shakespeare smile soul sound Spanish real stood story sweet sword thee things THOMAS STARR KING thou thought tongue trees tube turned voice waves WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind woods word young
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Página 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Página 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Página 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Página 364 - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. 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 ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.