Primer [first-fifth] Reader, 第 5 冊Ginn, 1908 |
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第 31 頁
... poor clerk , unfortunately lost his position when arles was but ten years of age . What made it harder the boy , Mr. Dickens fell in debt , and when he could pay his creditors , was cast into prison . Thus the boy s forced to give up ...
... poor clerk , unfortunately lost his position when arles was but ten years of age . What made it harder the boy , Mr. Dickens fell in debt , and when he could pay his creditors , was cast into prison . Thus the boy s forced to give up ...
第 32 頁
... poor to support him , and he obtained employment as a clerk in a lawyer's office . He taught himself shorthand , and be- came a reporter in a London court . He now began his literary work , and though his first stories brought him ...
... poor to support him , and he obtained employment as a clerk in a lawyer's office . He taught himself shorthand , and be- came a reporter in a London court . He now began his literary work , and though his first stories brought him ...
第 34 頁
... poor . As a writer his humor is the humor that cheers and leaves no sting . His language is the language that we can understand without effort , and his heroes and heroines the people that we seem to know something of in our own lives ...
... poor . As a writer his humor is the humor that cheers and leaves no sting . His language is the language that we can understand without effort , and his heroes and heroines the people that we seem to know something of in our own lives ...
第 47 頁
... poor . I save nothing -not a penny - though I live as you see ; but " he laid his hand upon my arm and leaned forward to whisper- " she shall be rich one of these days , and a fine lady . Don't you think ill of me because I use her help ...
... poor . I save nothing -not a penny - though I live as you see ; but " he laid his hand upon my arm and leaned forward to whisper- " she shall be rich one of these days , and a fine lady . Don't you think ill of me because I use her help ...
第 49 頁
... poor Kit . " The little old took up a candle and went to open the door . When me back Kit was at his heels . t was a shambling , awkward lad , with an uncom- ly wide mouth , very red cheeks , a turned - up nose , certainly the most ...
... poor Kit . " The little old took up a candle and went to open the door . When me back Kit was at his heels . t was a shambling , awkward lad , with an uncom- ly wide mouth , very red cheeks , a turned - up nose , certainly the most ...
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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.