The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Libro 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... voice- Thou must be dumb ; And so should all things be— Earth should be dumb And Heaven - unless its thunders muttered at The deed , and sent a bolt to stop it ! Give me My bow and quiver ! — Ges . When all's ready . Tell . Well ! lead ...
... voice- Thou must be dumb ; And so should all things be— Earth should be dumb And Heaven - unless its thunders muttered at The deed , and sent a bolt to stop it ! Give me My bow and quiver ! — Ges . When all's ready . Tell . Well ! lead ...
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... voice and example ; but at this moment he was struck by a large stone on the head , not then protected by his buckler , and was 20 stretched on the ground . The dauntless chief still con- tinued to animate his followers by his voice ...
... voice and example ; but at this moment he was struck by a large stone on the head , not then protected by his buckler , and was 20 stretched on the ground . The dauntless chief still con- tinued to animate his followers by his voice ...
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... voice was 15 shaken by emotion . " Neither shall die ! " he cried . “ Old man ! fair maiden ! I spare your lives and , for your sake , the lives of all these people . Nay , do not thank me ; for I have gained in this interview a knowl ...
... voice was 15 shaken by emotion . " Neither shall die ! " he cried . “ Old man ! fair maiden ! I spare your lives and , for your sake , the lives of all these people . Nay , do not thank me ; for I have gained in this interview a knowl ...
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... voice , whose very presence seems like a ray of sunshine , to turn everything they touch into gold . 66 Men never break down as long as they can keep cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The ...
... voice , whose very presence seems like a ray of sunshine , to turn everything they touch into gold . 66 Men never break down as long as they can keep cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The ...
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... voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole 10 line : " Will ye no believe it noo ? The slogan has ceased , indeed , but the Campbells are comin ' . D'ye hear ? D'ye hear ? " At that moment they seem to hear the voice ...
... voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole 10 line : " Will ye no believe it noo ? The slogan has ceased , indeed , but the Campbells are comin ' . D'ye hear ? D'ye hear ? " At that moment they seem to hear the voice ...
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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
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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.