The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Libro 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... JOHN MILTON 55 62 63 66 DEATH OF SAMSON . John Milton 71 SONG ON A MAY MORNING . John Milton . 73 ON HIS BLINDNESS . John Milton 74 A CHEERFUL SPIRIT . Sir John Lubbock 75 THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 76 · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . ELEGY ...
... JOHN MILTON 55 62 63 66 DEATH OF SAMSON . John Milton 71 SONG ON A MAY MORNING . John Milton . 73 ON HIS BLINDNESS . John Milton 74 A CHEERFUL SPIRIT . Sir John Lubbock 75 THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 76 · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . ELEGY ...
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... sea . Towards morning a strong 20 breeze sprang up , and we filled away , and left it astern , and at daylight it was out of sight . From " Two Years before the Mast . " JOHN MILTON . JOHN MILTON was born in 1608 , 65.
... sea . Towards morning a strong 20 breeze sprang up , and we filled away , and left it astern , and at daylight it was out of sight . From " Two Years before the Mast . " JOHN MILTON . JOHN MILTON was born in 1608 , 65.
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Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8 Ellen M. Cyr. JOHN MILTON . JOHN MILTON was born in 1608 , in a house called " The Spread Eagle , " in the very heart of old London . His father , also John Milton , was a scrivener or law- yer , and was well ...
Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8 Ellen M. Cyr. JOHN MILTON . JOHN MILTON was born in 1608 , in a house called " The Spread Eagle , " in the very heart of old London . His father , also John Milton , was a scrivener or law- yer , and was well ...
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... Milton had planned to write his great poem of " Paradise Lost . " He now devoted him- self to this work , dictating it to Dorothy , his youngest and favorite child , who bore some resemblance to her 5 father ... JOHN MILTON . Scene - In 70.
... Milton had planned to write his great poem of " Paradise Lost . " He now devoted him- self to this work , dictating it to Dorothy , his youngest and favorite child , who bore some resemblance to her 5 father ... JOHN MILTON . Scene - In 70.
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... Was Samson as a public servant brought , In their state livery clad ; before him pipes And timbrels , on each side went armed guards , Both horse and foot ; before him and behind Archers 3718 DEATH OF SAMSON John Milton.
... Was Samson as a public servant brought , In their state livery clad ; before him pipes And timbrels , on each side went armed guards , Both horse and foot ; before him and behind Archers 3718 DEATH OF SAMSON John Milton.
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Página 169 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
Página 228 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks* A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 54 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Página 116 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 229 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Página 18 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance; a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared in an instant to whatever of terror there may be in war and death ; — all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is...
Página 22 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Página 89 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Página 22 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Página 230 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.