Primer [first-fifth] Reader, 第 5 冊Ginn, 1908 |
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... continued to write stories , several of which are among the greatest that any English writer has produced . So famous did he become that the queen offered him a title , but he preferred to remain plain Charles Dickens . In addition to ...
... continued to write stories , several of which are among the greatest that any English writer has produced . So famous did he become that the queen offered him a title , but he preferred to remain plain Charles Dickens . In addition to ...
第 58 頁
... continued the mayor . " I was seen to pick up a purse ? Who saw me ? " " Maître Malandin , the harness maker , saw you from the doorstep of his shop . " The old man understood ; fumbling in his pocket , he produced the bit of string ...
... continued the mayor . " I was seen to pick up a purse ? Who saw me ? " " Maître Malandin , the harness maker , saw you from the doorstep of his shop . " The old man understood ; fumbling in his pocket , he produced the bit of string ...
第 79 頁
... continued to doubt . Messengers were dispatched to different places on the river ; but they returned without any tidings - the ship had made no port . Day after day , and week after week , elapsed ; but she never returned down the ...
... continued to doubt . Messengers were dispatched to different places on the river ; but they returned without any tidings - the ship had made no port . Day after day , and week after week , elapsed ; but she never returned down the ...
第 194 頁
... continued , and Mr. Fogg and his party arrive in London just within the prescribed time . The story is full of interest , and , in addi- tion , is valuable from a geographical point of view . Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours ...
... continued , and Mr. Fogg and his party arrive in London just within the prescribed time . The story is full of interest , and , in addi- tion , is valuable from a geographical point of view . Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours ...
第 220 頁
... continued all the rest of his life . He had been , I imagine , an ambu- latory quack doctor , for there was no town in England , nor any country in Europe , of which he could not give a very particular account . He had some letters ...
... continued all the rest of his life . He had been , I imagine , an ambu- latory quack doctor , for there was no town in England , nor any country in Europe , of which he could not give a very particular account . He had some letters ...
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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 148 頁 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 149 頁 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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 29 頁 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
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 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 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.