Stepping Stones to Literature, Libro 8Silver, Burdett, 1898 - 317 páginas |
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... eye than the bricks used in England . Now , as these two nations live in the different ends of the same island , and are separated by large and stormy seas from all other parts of the world , it seems natural that they should have been ...
... eye than the bricks used in England . Now , as these two nations live in the different ends of the same island , and are separated by large and stormy seas from all other parts of the world , it seems natural that they should have been ...
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... eye was attracted by a spider , which , hanging at the end of a long thread of its own spinning , was endeavoring , as is the fash- ion of that creature , to swing itself from one beam in the roof to another , for the purpose of fixing ...
... eye was attracted by a spider , which , hanging at the end of a long thread of its own spinning , was endeavoring , as is the fash- ion of that creature , to swing itself from one beam in the roof to another , for the purpose of fixing ...
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... eye , and penetrated from that into his brain , so that he fell down dead . Then the two sons rushed on the king . One of them fetched a blow at him with an ax , but missed his stroke and stum- bled , so that the king with his great ...
... eye , and penetrated from that into his brain , so that he fell down dead . Then the two sons rushed on the king . One of them fetched a blow at him with an ax , but missed his stroke and stum- bled , so that the king with his great ...
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... eyes cleared to see what was to happen , one of the ruffians that were advancing the king killed him with a stroke of his sword . The k was now alone , one man against three , and in the great danger of his life ; but his amazing ...
... eyes cleared to see what was to happen , one of the ruffians that were advancing the king killed him with a stroke of his sword . The k was now alone , one man against three , and in the great danger of his life ; but his amazing ...
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... eyes so blue , That on the night of our luckless flight , Thy brother bold I slew . Now must I teach to hew the beech The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to fence our cave . And for vest of ...
... eyes so blue , That on the night of our luckless flight , Thy brother bold I slew . Now must I teach to hew the beech The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to fence our cave . And for vest of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abbot Achaians Alexandros answer Ariel arms Balclutha battle behold Belshazzar Bingen brother Bruce Buckingham burning fiery furnace called Campeius cardinal Carthon Clessámmor cloud Comyn Cromwell dark daughter dear death duke enemy England English eyes father fear fell Fingal friends Gentleman give grace Guenever hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor horse John of Lorn JOHN RUSKIN JOSEPH ADDISON King Arthur King Henry king's lady land live looked Lord Menelaos mighty Miranda Moina Nebuchadnezzar never night noble Norfolk Pickwick Picts pleasure poem poor pray Priam princes Prospero Queen Katherine Reader Robert Robert the Bruce round Scotland Scots ship Sir Bedivere Sir Lucan Sir Modred soul spake speak spear spider STEPPING STONES STONES TO LITERATURE stood Suffolk Surrey sword tell thee thing Thomas Bulfinch thought Trojans unto voice wild Winkle Wolsey words
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Página 68 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Página 187 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Página 184 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 113 - He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Página 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 55 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 109 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Página 82 - 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 196 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Página 190 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.