The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Libro 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... his own child . Ges . Take off His chains , if he consent . Tell . With his own hand ! Ges . Does he consent ? Alb . He does . [ Gesler signs to his officers , who pro- Tell all the time uncon- ceed to take off Tell's.
... his own child . Ges . Take off His chains , if he consent . Tell . With his own hand ! Ges . Does he consent ? Alb . He does . [ Gesler signs to his officers , who pro- Tell all the time uncon- ceed to take off Tell's.
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... hand This hand ! The hand I've led him , when an infant , by ! ' T is beyond horror- ' t is most horrible . Amazement ! [ His chains fall off . ] What's that you've done to me . Villains ! put on my chains again . My hands Are free from ...
... hand This hand ! The hand I've led him , when an infant , by ! ' T is beyond horror- ' t is most horrible . Amazement ! [ His chains fall off . ] What's that you've done to me . Villains ! put on my chains again . My hands Are free from ...
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... hand with us . I must be brief : When once the bow is bent , we cannot take The shot too soon . Verner , whatever be The issue of this hour , the common cause Must not stand still . Let not to - morrow's sun Set on the tyrant's banner ...
... hand with us . I must be brief : When once the bow is bent , we cannot take The shot too soon . Verner , whatever be The issue of this hour , the common cause Must not stand still . Let not to - morrow's sun Set on the tyrant's banner ...
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... hand . You must not . Alb . I must ! — I cannot go from him without . Ver . It is his will you Alb . His will , is it ? should . I am content , then - come . Tell . My boy ! Alb . My father ! [ Holding out his arms to him . [ Rushing ...
... hand . You must not . Alb . I must ! — I cannot go from him without . Ver . It is his will you Alb . His will , is it ? should . I am content , then - come . Tell . My boy ! Alb . My father ! [ Holding out his arms to him . [ Rushing ...
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... 'm ready , too ! Keep silent for Heaven's sake and do not stir -and let me have Your prayers — your prayers — and be my witnesses - - That if his life's in peril from my hand , " T is only for the chance of saving it 15.
... 'm ready , too ! Keep silent for Heaven's sake and do not stir -and let me have Your prayers — your prayers — and be my witnesses - - That if his life's in peril from my hand , " T is only for the chance of saving it 15.
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Términos y frases comunes
battle beauty became behold Belshazzar bird bless born Brutus Cæsar called Captain Castlewood CHARLES READE cheerful chooseth College cried death delight died EDWARD EVERETT HALE enemy England English entered Esmond eyes Faerie Queene Father Holt fire forest hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven Hernando Pizarro honor hour ĭ ty JOHN GORHAM PALFREY JOHN MILTON Juan Pizarro Julius Cæsar king lived looked Lord ment Milton mind morning NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS Nelson ness never night Nolan once oŭs poems poet PORTIA Prescott Rasselas sails SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH Shakespeare ship sion soul Southey spent spirit stood sweet sword Télésile Tell thee thou thought tion took victory voice WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wonderful words writing young
Pasajes populares
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 169 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Página 119 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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 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 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.
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 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 116 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.