Blackie's graded readers, ed. by M. Paterson, 第 7 篇Maurice Paterson 1880 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 21 筆
第 10 頁
... Seemed forms of giant height ; Their armour , as it caught the rays , Flashed back again the western blaze In lines of dazzling light . 3. St. George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less was ...
... Seemed forms of giant height ; Their armour , as it caught the rays , Flashed back again the western blaze In lines of dazzling light . 3. St. George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less was ...
第 25 頁
... seemed a pall to throw Over the monarch's grave . 2. There was no motion of the air To raise the sleeper's tress , And no wave - building winds were there , On ocean's loveliness ; But ocean mingled with the sky With such an equal hue ...
... seemed a pall to throw Over the monarch's grave . 2. There was no motion of the air To raise the sleeper's tress , And no wave - building winds were there , On ocean's loveliness ; But ocean mingled with the sky With such an equal hue ...
第 26 頁
... seemed like molten silver , thrown Together in floating flame ; And as we look'd , we named it , then , The fount whence all colours came : There were rainbows furl'd with a careless grace , And the brightest red that glows ; The purple ...
... seemed like molten silver , thrown Together in floating flame ; And as we look'd , we named it , then , The fount whence all colours came : There were rainbows furl'd with a careless grace , And the brightest red that glows ; The purple ...
第 38 頁
... seemed awaiting its narrow line of low waves crept on , peering into the bay , and tossing their snowy crests like troops of wild horses . them ; white wreaths On the right the banks flood . On the left a 7. Fautour felt the danger and ...
... seemed awaiting its narrow line of low waves crept on , peering into the bay , and tossing their snowy crests like troops of wild horses . them ; white wreaths On the right the banks flood . On the left a 7. Fautour felt the danger and ...
第 52 頁
... seemed as if he might yet save his friend from death . 5. Just as this hope was beginning to animate his limbs the honest warder of his house appeared . " Back ! " the latter exclaimed , " you can no longer save your friend ; save your ...
... seemed as if he might yet save his friend from death . 5. Just as this hope was beginning to animate his limbs the honest warder of his house appeared . " Back ! " the latter exclaimed , " you can no longer save your friend ; save your ...
常見字詞
Altorf animals appeared apple balloon battle beautiful birds body brave Burksville Cimabue cloth clouds cold colour cuirassiers dark dead death deep distance drachmas earth English fall feet fire flowers forest Gesler geyser Giotto glacier grapnel green hand hath heard heart heat heaven honour horse Ibycus island ivy green James Watt king labour lake Lake of Lucerne land larvæ leaves lesson lesson:-What light living look miles mind morning mountain move Mozambic night o'er ocean passed passenger pigeon Phintias plant pron quadruped Questions reached rich rise river rock round round shot sail Sarah Sands seeds seen ship shore side snow snow-line soon sound spring stars storm surface tell thee things thou thousand trees voice waves wild wind wing wonderful words are taken
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第 248 頁 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
第 197 頁 - Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the blest ; with such delay Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell, old Ocean smiles : So entertain'd those odorous sweets the Fiend, Who came their bane.
第 115 頁 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
第 296 頁 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie, His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage Virtue of the Race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead : Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the Vales, and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more: And, ages after he was laid in earth, " The Good Lord Clifford
第 139 頁 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
第 130 頁 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds...
第 139 頁 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...
第 289 頁 - Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own ; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet...
第 246 頁 - Along the emblazoned wall. This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
第 302 頁 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...