The Sprague Classic Readers: Book 1-5, 第 5 冊,第 1 篇New York, 1904 |
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Alice Cary Androcles Barmecide beautiful Beethoven began Benjamin West bird blue bluebird Bones burrow chebec Christina Georgina Rossetti Constance Fenimore Woolson cried dead dear eyes face father feet flowers forest garden gave golden gone grass hand happy Harriet Beecher Stowe head heard heart Hildika horses Irving Bacheller Jim Wilson John Greenleaf Whittier king kissed knew land laughed learned light lion little girl lived Lochinvar looked Lottie mamma morning mother nest never night Oliver Wendell Holmes play poems poet Poganuc poor Quackalina river Robin Hood Safrax sail seemed Shacabac shining singing snow snow-image snow-sister song star-spangled banner stood strange sure sweet teacher tell things thou thought told took tortoise tree turned Violet and Peony West Whittier wind window wings winter wonderful woodchuck words writer young
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第 236 頁 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
第 18 頁 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
第 143 頁 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
第 217 頁 - Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
第 5 頁 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
第 161 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, now conceals, now discloses?
第 161 頁 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
第 143 頁 - Sail on! Sail on! Sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l; speak and say — " He said: "Sail on! Sail on! and on!
第 235 頁 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
第 161 頁 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.