The revised series. First (-Sixth) reader, ed. by T. MorrisonThomas Morrison (LL.D.) 1884 |
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第7页
... heard a shout . Starting , and looking half - round , I saw the lion just in the act of springing upon me . I was upon a little height . He caught my shoulder as he sprang , and we both came to the ground below together . Growling ...
... heard a shout . Starting , and looking half - round , I saw the lion just in the act of springing upon me . I was upon a little height . He caught my shoulder as he sprang , and we both came to the ground below together . Growling ...
第11页
... every field , in every lawn and meadow , The rousing voice of industry is heard ; The haycock rises , and the frequent rake Sweeps on the fragrant hay in heavy wreaths . The old and young , the weak and strong are FIFTH READER . 11.
... every field , in every lawn and meadow , The rousing voice of industry is heard ; The haycock rises , and the frequent rake Sweeps on the fragrant hay in heavy wreaths . The old and young , the weak and strong are FIFTH READER . 11.
第13页
... heard afar ; The mower busied on the distant lawn , The carter trudging on his dusty way , The shrill sound know , their bonnets toss in air , And roar across the field to catch her notice ; She waves her arm to them , and shakes her ...
... heard afar ; The mower busied on the distant lawn , The carter trudging on his dusty way , The shrill sound know , their bonnets toss in air , And roar across the field to catch her notice ; She waves her arm to them , and shakes her ...
第23页
... heard that your people will not harm the stranger in distress . So he trusts himself fearlessly among you . The ocean wave brought us to this New World . We are a peaceful race , pure from the blood of all men . Of my own kindred , none ...
... heard that your people will not harm the stranger in distress . So he trusts himself fearlessly among you . The ocean wave brought us to this New World . We are a peaceful race , pure from the blood of all men . Of my own kindred , none ...
第25页
... heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried , We buried him darkly at dead of night , The FIFTH READER . 25 26 *THE BURIAL OF ...
... heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried , We buried him darkly at dead of night , The FIFTH READER . 25 26 *THE BURIAL OF ...
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第103页 - O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
第204页 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. " Rome shall perish ! — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ! Perish, hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
第25页 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
第123页 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her! look! her lips! Look there, look there!
第147页 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
第166页 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
第237页 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
第146页 - the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore.' 'Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
第165页 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
第87页 - Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...