Standard Catholic Readers: First-[fifth] reader, Cartea 5American Book Company, 1909 |
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Pagina 12
... walked up to him with a firm step , bent her knee , and said , " God give you good life , gentle king ! " He was surprised , but replied , " I am not the king ; he is there , " pointing to a different part of the hall . " In the name of ...
... walked up to him with a firm step , bent her knee , and said , " God give you good life , gentle king ! " He was surprised , but replied , " I am not the king ; he is there , " pointing to a different part of the hall . " In the name of ...
Pagina 47
... his quaint attire : Quoth one : " It's as my great - grandsire , Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone , Had walked this way from his painted tombstone ! " VI He advanced to the council table : And , FIFTH READER 47.
... his quaint attire : Quoth one : " It's as my great - grandsire , Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone , Had walked this way from his painted tombstone ! " VI He advanced to the council table : And , FIFTH READER 47.
Pagina 74
... walked alone to the church to receive the last sacrament . The church was crowded to overflowing with Indians and whites , many crying aloud in uncontrollable grief . Father Junipero knelt before the altar with great fervor of manner ...
... walked alone to the church to receive the last sacrament . The church was crowded to overflowing with Indians and whites , many crying aloud in uncontrollable grief . Father Junipero knelt before the altar with great fervor of manner ...
Pagina 75
... walked to the kitchen , say- ing that he would like a cup of broth . As soon as he had taken the broth , he exclaimed , " I feel better now ; I will rest " ; and lying down he closed his eyes , and without another word or sign of ...
... walked to the kitchen , say- ing that he would like a cup of broth . As soon as he had taken the broth , he exclaimed , " I feel better now ; I will rest " ; and lying down he closed his eyes , and without another word or sign of ...
Pagina 87
... walked where Christ hath trod . ' Neath the blue morn , the sunny morn , He dies upon the tree ; And he mourns that he can lose But one life for liberty : And in the blue morn , the sunny morn , His spirit wings are free . From the fame ...
... walked where Christ hath trod . ' Neath the blue morn , the sunny morn , He dies upon the tree ; And he mourns that he can lose But one life for liberty : And in the blue morn , the sunny morn , His spirit wings are free . From the fame ...
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angel arms beautiful bell birds blessed Blessed Virgin Mary born brave breast BROTHER AZARIAS Brother Wolf Caligula cardinal CATH Catholic Christ Christmas Church Clusium countinghouse cried Cuchulain dark dead death died door earth EDITH OGDEN HARRISON eyes face Father Damien Father Junipero's feet fell FIFTH READER fire flowers Francis Ghost give Gubbio hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON Holy honor Horatius Jacob Marley JOHN LANCASTER SPALDING Julius Cæsar Junipero king land Lars Porsena laugh leper light live looked Lord Marley Mary merry mission morning Mother never night o'er old trees passed peace poems Pope prayer Queen river Rome rose round Scrooge Scrooge's side Sir Launfal smile soul spirit stood sweet thee thine things thou turned voice walked wave WOLSEY wonderful words
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Pagina 285 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Pagina 366 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Pagina 346 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Pagina 237 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pagina 261 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house ? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
Pagina 367 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Pagina 181 - The Holy Supper is kept indeed In whatso we share with another's need. Not, what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare: Who gives himself with his alms feeds three. — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Pagina 349 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Pagina 347 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 349 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood : at his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise. And his last faltering accents whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place...