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Longmans' "ship" Literary Readers: the fifth-[sixth] reader, Cartea 5 Longman (Firm) Vizualizare completă - 1897 |
Longmans' "ship" Literary Readers: the fifth-[sixth] reader Longman (Firm) Vizualizare completă - 1897 |
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abbot Alleyne archers assegais Aylward ball Ben Jonson besiegers boat breath caliph called Captain Oughton causeway cheerful church command COMPOSITION.-Write Cortés corvette cried Cromwell crown Cusha dark dead death deck Drake enemy England English face fair lord fell fight fire followed forecastle friends galleys gold Goldsmith guns hand hath head heard heart Henry Hervé Riel honour Hordle John horses John Rawlins king Lady LESSON light live Loamshire Lochleven looked lord mangonels mantelets master Milton morning night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pass pilot play poem poet poop queen Rapparee Rorke's Drift round sail seamen seemed sentinel Seyton Shakspeare ship shoals shot side Sir Nigel soldiers stones stood story thee thou thought Tlacopan took tower Turks turned vessel Vicar of Wakefield VICTORIA CROSS village walls White Company wind Windsor Castle words wounded yards Zulus
Pasaje populare
Pagina 172 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 265 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pagina 67 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Pagina 265 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green...
Pagina 126 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Pagina 228 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Pagina 84 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Pagina 166 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 153 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pagina 151 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say ' To-morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day.