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Pagina 12
... fell in , and how many fell out , the clay not being stiff enough to bear its own weight ; how many cracked by the over - violent heat of the sun , being set out too hastily ; and how many fell in pieces with only re- moving , as well ...
... fell in , and how many fell out , the clay not being stiff enough to bear its own weight ; how many cracked by the over - violent heat of the sun , being set out too hastily ; and how many fell in pieces with only re- moving , as well ...
Pagina 44
... , Lifeless , but beautiful , he lay , And from the sky , serene and far , A voice fell , like a falling star , Excelsior ! Longfellow . THE FOOT - BALL MATCH AT BARFORD BRIDGE . THE 44 PROGRESSIVE READER . Longfellow,
... , Lifeless , but beautiful , he lay , And from the sky , serene and far , A voice fell , like a falling star , Excelsior ! Longfellow . THE FOOT - BALL MATCH AT BARFORD BRIDGE . THE 44 PROGRESSIVE READER . Longfellow,
Pagina 49
... fell both of them to the ground , every particle of breath for the moment being driven out of their bodies . Harry Story sprang over the fallen giants , and was met in like fashion by Selby , both champions rolling over without ...
... fell both of them to the ground , every particle of breath for the moment being driven out of their bodies . Harry Story sprang over the fallen giants , and was met in like fashion by Selby , both champions rolling over without ...
Pagina 52
... fell short of the enemy . The English archers , taking their bows out of their cases , poured in a shower of arrows upon this multitude who were opposed to them , and soon threw them into disorder . The Genoese fell back upon the heavy ...
... fell short of the enemy . The English archers , taking their bows out of their cases , poured in a shower of arrows upon this multitude who were opposed to them , and soon threw them into disorder . The Genoese fell back upon the heavy ...
Pagina 54
... fell , on the side of the French , by a moderate calculation , 1,200 knights , 1,400 gentle- men , 4,000 men at arms , besides about 30,000 of inferior rank : many of the principal nobility - two of their chief Dukes and four ...
... fell , on the side of the French , by a moderate calculation , 1,200 knights , 1,400 gentle- men , 4,000 men at arms , besides about 30,000 of inferior rank : many of the principal nobility - two of their chief Dukes and four ...
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New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 171 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Pagina 44 - Excelsior! ,Try not the Pass!' the old man said; ĄDark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Pagina 73 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh! too strong for human hand. The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Pagina 106 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Pagina 171 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Pagina 160 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
Pagina 43 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Pagina 170 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 106 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Pagina 105 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...