Elson Grammar School Reader: Book fourScott, Foresman, 1909 - 392 pagini |
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Pagina 12
... night , by stealth , without even a single drum tap , in fear and dread , we crept breathless to the rampart . This , or any one of a hundred other paraphrases , will suffice to render the vocal movement slow . And so it is with all ...
... night , by stealth , without even a single drum tap , in fear and dread , we crept breathless to the rampart . This , or any one of a hundred other paraphrases , will suffice to render the vocal movement slow . And so it is with all ...
Pagina 15
... night , " and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore , Just as the moon rose over the bay , Where , swinging wide at her moorings , lay The Somerset , British man - of - war : A phantom ship , with each mast and spar ...
... night , " and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore , Just as the moon rose over the bay , Where , swinging wide at her moorings , lay The Somerset , British man - of - war : A phantom ship , with each mast and spar ...
Pagina 16
... night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still , 45 That he could hear , like a sentinel's tread , The watchful night - wind , as it went Creeping along from tent to tent , 50 50 55 And seeming to whisper , " All ...
... night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep and still , 45 That he could hear , like a sentinel's tread , The watchful night - wind , as it went Creeping along from tent to tent , 50 50 55 And seeming to whisper , " All ...
Pagina 17
... night ; And the spark struck out by that steed , in his flight , Kindled the land into flame with its heat . He has left the village and mounted the steep , And beneath him , tranquil and broad and deep , Is the Mystic , meeting the ...
... night ; And the spark struck out by that steed , in his flight , Kindled the land into flame with its heat . He has left the village and mounted the steep , And beneath him , tranquil and broad and deep , Is the Mystic , meeting the ...
Pagina 18
... night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm , - A cry of defiance , and not of fear , — A voice in the darkness , a knock at the door , And a word that shall echo ...
... night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm , - A cry of defiance , and not of fear , — A voice in the darkness , a knock at the door , And a word that shall echo ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
Elson Grammar School Reader, Ediția 2 William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck Vizualizare completă - 1910 |
Elson Grammar School Reader: Book one-[four], Ediția 2 William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck Vizualizare completă - 1910 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Acadian Annabel Lee Balaklava Basil beautiful behold bells beneath Biographical and Historical cloud death deep door dream echoes EDGAR ALLAN POE Ernest Evangeline eyes father forest Gabriel Gathergold gazed Gilpin gleam Grand-Pré Habersham hand head heard heart heaven HELPS TO STUDY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills of Habersham horse Iago land laugh light lines lips Longfellow look loud Maelström maiden marshes of Glynn morning mountain never night Notes and Questions o'er ocean OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Phrases for Discussion poem poet Rip Van Winkle river roar rocks round sail scene seemed shadow ship shore Sidney Lanier silence Sir Launfal smile song soul sound stanza Stone Face stood story STUDY Biographical STUDY Notes sweet tell thee thou thought valleys of Hall village voice waves whirl wind Winkle wonder Words and Phrases
Pasaje populare
Pagina 68 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 74 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 76 - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; — But hush!
Pagina 85 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 352 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house...
Pagina 378 - But as it is easy to foresee, that from different causes and from different quarters, much pains will be taken, many artifices employed, to weaken in your minds the conviction of this truth, as this is the point in your political fortress, against which the batteries of internal and external enemies will be most constantly and actively (though often covertly and insidiously) directed, it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective...
Pagina 69 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pagina 194 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pagina 85 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 352 - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted ; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned with contempt from the foot of the throne.