Stepping Stones to Literature, Boek 8Silver, Burdett, 1898 - 317 pagina's |
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Pagina 162
... Prospero , and his daughter Miranda , a very beautiful young lady . She came to this island so young that she had no memory of seeing any other human face but her father's . They lived in a cave , or cell , made. 162 STEPPING STONES TO ...
... Prospero , and his daughter Miranda , a very beautiful young lady . She came to this island so young that she had no memory of seeing any other human face but her father's . They lived in a cave , or cell , made. 162 STEPPING STONES TO ...
Pagina 165
... Prospero , " I was a duke of Milan ; you were a princess , and my only heir . I had a younger brother , whose name was Antonio , to whom I trusted everything ; and as I was fond of retire- ment and deep study , I commonly left the ...
... Prospero , " I was a duke of Milan ; you were a princess , and my only heir . I had a younger brother , whose name was Antonio , to whom I trusted everything ; and as I was fond of retire- ment and deep study , I commonly left the ...
Pagina 167
... Prospero . what a torment I freed you from . wicked witch Sycorax , who with age bent double ? 66 Have you forgot the and envy was almost Where was she born ? Speak ; tell me . " Sir , in Algiers , " said Ariel . 66 " Oh , was she so ...
... Prospero . what a torment I freed you from . wicked witch Sycorax , who with age bent double ? 66 Have you forgot the and envy was almost Where was she born ? Speak ; tell me . " Sir , in Algiers , " said Ariel . 66 " Oh , was she so ...
Pagina 168
... Prospero and Miranda , who were sitting under the shade of a large tree . Now Miranda had never seen a man before except her own father . " Miranda , " said Prospero , " tell me what you are looking at yonder . " " O father ! " said ...
... Prospero and Miranda , who were sitting under the shade of a large tree . Now Miranda had never seen a man before except her own father . " Miranda , " said Prospero , " tell me what you are looking at yonder . " " O father ! " said ...
Pagina 169
... Prospero , waving his magic wand , fixed him to the spot where he stood so that he had no power to move . Miranda hung upon her father saying , " Why are you so ungentle ? Have pity , sir ; I will be his surety . This is the second man ...
... Prospero , waving his magic wand , fixed him to the spot where he stood so that he had no power to move . Miranda hung upon her father saying , " Why are you so ungentle ? Have pity , sir ; I will be his surety . This is the second man ...
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Stepping Stones to Literature: A reader for higher grades Sarah Louise Arnold,Charles Benajah Gilbert Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
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Pagina 68 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Pagina 187 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Pagina 184 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Pagina 113 - He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Pagina 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Pagina 55 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Pagina 109 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Pagina 82 - Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the . joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Pagina 196 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Pagina 190 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.