Primer [first-fifth] Reader, 第 5 卷Ginn, 1908 |
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... returned in high procession . Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds , -a feathered phenomenon , to which a black swan was a matter of course ; and , in truth , it was something very like it in ...
... returned in high procession . Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds , -a feathered phenomenon , to which a black swan was a matter of course ; and , in truth , it was something very like it in ...
第 47 頁
... returned , her light brown hair hanging loose about her neck , and her face flushed with the haste she had made to rejoin us . She busied herself immediately in preparing supper . I was surprised to see that , all this time , everything ...
... returned , her light brown hair hanging loose about her neck , and her face flushed with the haste she had made to rejoin us . She busied herself immediately in preparing supper . I was surprised to see that , all this time , everything ...
第 49 頁
... returned 66 Kit . " Did you find the house easily ? " 66 Why then , not over and above easy , master , " said Kit . " Of course you have come back hungry ? " Why then , I do consider myself rather so , master , " was the answer . The ...
... returned 66 Kit . " Did you find the house easily ? " 66 Why then , not over and above easy , master , " said Kit . " Of course you have come back hungry ? " Why then , I do consider myself rather so , master , " was the answer . The ...
第 51 頁
... returned the old man ; " thou dost not know - how shouldst thou ? " Then he muttered again between his teeth : " The time must come , I am very sure it must . It will be all the better for coming late " ; and then he sighed , and ...
... returned the old man ; " thou dost not know - how shouldst thou ? " Then he muttered again between his teeth : " The time must come , I am very sure it must . It will be all the better for coming late " ; and then he sighed , and ...
第 52 頁
... returned the child , quietly ; " they are grand- father's . " " But he is not going out to - night . " " Oh , yes , he is , " said the child , with a smile . " And what becomes of you , my pretty one ? " " Me ! I stay here of course . I ...
... returned the child , quietly ; " they are grand- father's . " " But he is not going out to - night . " " Oh , yes , he is , " said the child , with a smile . " And what becomes of you , my pretty one ? " " Me ! I stay here of course . I ...
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第 174 頁 - But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
第 63 頁 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
第 272 頁 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
第 294 頁 - We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract.
第 28 頁 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone, Brave Adm'r'l speak; what shall I say?
第 321 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 63 頁 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第 287 頁 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
第 103 頁 - For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.
第 62 頁 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.