A Practical Reader: With Exercises in Vocal CultureClark & Maynard, 1882 - 224 páginas |
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... 102 WALTER SCOTT . John W. Chadwick , . 216 WASTED COUNSEL . R. W. Easterbrooks , . 213 WHY . Mary Frances Butts , WILD WEATHER OUTSIDE . Margaret E. Sangster , . 200 133 LIST OF AUTHORS . PAGE PAGE . • DICKENS , Contents . 5.
... 102 WALTER SCOTT . John W. Chadwick , . 216 WASTED COUNSEL . R. W. Easterbrooks , . 213 WHY . Mary Frances Butts , WILD WEATHER OUTSIDE . Margaret E. Sangster , . 200 133 LIST OF AUTHORS . PAGE PAGE . • DICKENS , Contents . 5.
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... see on what days he was disengaged , and which of these many hospitable calls he could afford to accept or decline . Pendennis . - WM . M. THACKERAY . 17 . A dewdrop falling on the wild sea wave 28 Qualities of Voice .
... see on what days he was disengaged , and which of these many hospitable calls he could afford to accept or decline . Pendennis . - WM . M. THACKERAY . 17 . A dewdrop falling on the wild sea wave 28 Qualities of Voice .
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... wild sea wave Exclaimed in fear , " I perish in this grave ! " But , in a shell received , that drop of dew Unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew ; And , happy now , the grace did magnify , Which thrust it forth , as it had feared , to ...
... wild sea wave Exclaimed in fear , " I perish in this grave ! " But , in a shell received , that drop of dew Unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew ; And , happy now , the grace did magnify , Which thrust it forth , as it had feared , to ...
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... wild torrents , fiercely glad , Who called you forth from night and utter death , From dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , Forever shattered , and the same forever ? Who gave you your ...
... wild torrents , fiercely glad , Who called you forth from night and utter death , From dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , Forever shattered , and the same forever ? Who gave you your ...
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... wild and desolate morning that followed ! Through the bewilderment of the running water on the panes , she looked abroad on the tempest - riven sea - a slate - colored waste of hurrying waves with wind - swept streaks of foam on them ...
... wild and desolate morning that followed ! Through the bewilderment of the running water on the panes , she looked abroad on the tempest - riven sea - a slate - colored waste of hurrying waves with wind - swept streaks of foam on them ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abraham Davenport Æschylus ain't beautiful bread and butter breath BRET HARTE called child CHRISTINA G Circumflex coffee-house coming cried darkness dear Dombey door earth Effusive expression Expulsive eyes face father fear fight fire FRANÇOIS COPPÉE glad gold Goodall gray hawks hand Harper's Magazine hear heard heart heaven HENRY NELSON COLERIDGE hero hungry Jack Abbott Klesmer landlord laugh light live Livy look Lysimachus morning Mortimer mother never night once Orotund Pallinson Partridge pitch poor Potiphar sail ship singing Sir Richard Sir Richard Grenville slices Slide softly sorrow soul sound speaking specta Stress talk tell There's things thou thought Jack three breakfasts Thucydides to-day toast toil told Tom Lee tone Triplet turned voice wait Waterford waters wife wild wind words Yessir
Pasajes populares
Página 36 - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 48 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 49 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 56 - Have ye brave sons? Look, in the next fierce brawl, To see them die ! Have ye fair daughters? Look To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, Dishonored ! and if ye dare call for justice, Be answered by the lash ! Yet this is Rome, That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne Of beauty, ruled the world...
Página 34 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Página 173 - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
Página 171 - Fore God I am no coward ; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear, And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick. We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three?
Página 28 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled ; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.
Página 41 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Página 172 - He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. "Shall we fight or shall we fly? Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die ! There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set.