The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 páginas |
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... poor boy , who began life making candles and setting type and eating his dry bread upon the streets of Philadelphia , at last stood before the royal and the 15 learned of England and the Continent ; and was admired and praised for his ...
... poor boy , who began life making candles and setting type and eating his dry bread upon the streets of Philadelphia , at last stood before the royal and the 15 learned of England and the Continent ; and was admired and praised for his ...
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... poor , and the only schooling he had was between his fourth and his eighth year . He learned the blacksmith's trade , but began to preach when he was a young man . He came to America , where he is well 5 known and greatly beloved as the ...
... poor , and the only schooling he had was between his fourth and his eighth year . He learned the blacksmith's trade , but began to preach when he was a young man . He came to America , where he is well 5 known and greatly beloved as the ...
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... poor thing . 5 In a moment more she leaped into the traveled road . Women and children ran to the doors and windows ; men snatched their rifles . There were twenty people who were just going to shoot her , when the doe leaped the road ...
... poor thing . 5 In a moment more she leaped into the traveled road . Women and children ran to the doors and windows ; men snatched their rifles . There were twenty people who were just going to shoot her , when the doe leaped the road ...
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... poor neck outstretched , and the patient eyes grow dim ; See on the friendly stones now peacefully rests the head- 10 Thinking , if dumb beasts think , how good it is to be dead ; After the weary journey , how restful it is to lie With ...
... poor neck outstretched , and the patient eyes grow dim ; See on the friendly stones now peacefully rests the head- 10 Thinking , if dumb beasts think , how good it is to be dead ; After the weary journey , how restful it is to lie With ...
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... poor Lady Raleigh sold her estate as well as their beloved country home , to 15 vest in the new enterprise . But the fates were against it : winds blew the ships astray ; tempests beat upon them ; mutinies threatened ; and in Guiana ...
... poor Lady Raleigh sold her estate as well as their beloved country home , to 15 vest in the new enterprise . But the fates were against it : winds blew the ships astray ; tempests beat upon them ; mutinies threatened ; and in Guiana ...
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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.