Everyday Classics: Eighth Reader : the Introduction to LiteratureMacmillan Company, 1918 - 415 Seiten |
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... arms ? going ? 6. What happened there before he arrived ? think of the bridegroom ? 7. What do you 8. What demand was made of Lochinvar by the bride's father ? 9. What was Lochinvar's reply ? whom did he dance ? 11. What did the ...
... arms ? going ? 6. What happened there before he arrived ? think of the bridegroom ? 7. What do you 8. What demand was made of Lochinvar by the bride's father ? 9. What was Lochinvar's reply ? whom did he dance ? 11. What did the ...
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... arm of the Irish Sea between Scotland and England , noted for its rapid tides . The Græmes ( grams ) and the other families mentioned in the last stanza are well known on the Scotch border . do For Study with the Glossary . You should ...
... arm of the Irish Sea between Scotland and England , noted for its rapid tides . The Græmes ( grams ) and the other families mentioned in the last stanza are well known on the Scotch border . do For Study with the Glossary . You should ...
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... arm , inquired at once where Ernest dwelt , and was resolved to be accepted as his guest . Approaching the door , he there found the good old man , holding a volume in his hand , which he read , and then , with a finger between the ...
... arm , inquired at once where Ernest dwelt , and was resolved to be accepted as his guest . Approaching the door , he there found the good old man , holding a volume in his hand , which he read , and then , with a finger between the ...
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... arm in arm , still talking together as they went along , pro- ceeded to the spot . It was a small nook among the hills , with a gray precipice behind , the stern front of which was relieved by the pleasant foliage of many creeping ...
... arm in arm , still talking together as they went along , pro- ceeded to the spot . It was a small nook among the hills , with a gray precipice behind , the stern front of which was relieved by the pleasant foliage of many creeping ...
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... face of Ernest assumed a grandeur of expression , so full of benevolence , that the poet , by an irresistible impulse , threw his arms aloft , and shouted : " Behold ! Behold ! Ernest is himself the likeness 50 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
... face of Ernest assumed a grandeur of expression , so full of benevolence , that the poet , by an irresistible impulse , threw his arms aloft , and shouted : " Behold ! Behold ! Ernest is himself the likeness 50 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
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Alcinous ALFRED TENNYSON answered Antony arms beautiful behold Boaz brave Brutus Cæsar castle Charles Clusium cried Crito dear death Describe Don Quixote Durendal earth Ernest eyes father fear feelings FIFTH READER Fourth Cit Ganelon Gathergold give Glossary hand hast hath hear heard heart HELPS TO STUDY hero Horatius Ivanhoe Janiculum Jarley Julius Cæsar king kinsman knight lady land Lars Porsena literature live Lochinvar looked Lord lyric maidens Mark Antony Moab morning mountain Naomi Nausicaa never noble Odysseus Palmer Phæacians Phiz Pickwick poem poet Prince John Rebecca Ring river Roland Rome Rowena Ruth scene shouts Sir Patrick Spens smile Socrates song spake speak stanza Stone Face stood story tell thee things Third Cit thou art thought to-day turned unto valley verse voice Winkle words young
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Seite 348 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 131 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Seite 128 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 27 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things And battles long ago; Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of today Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 97 - Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Seite 130 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.
Seite 253 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Seite 351 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite 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 can'st read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 250 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 15 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? xiii.