McGuffey's Alternate First[-sixth] Reader, Bücher 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1888 |
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... wind was gently and steadily breathing from astern ; the dark blue sky was studded with the tropical stars ; there was no sound but the rippling of the water under the stem ; and the sails were spread out , wide and high , -the two ...
... wind was gently and steadily breathing from astern ; the dark blue sky was studded with the tropical stars ; there was no sound but the rippling of the water under the stem ; and the sails were spread out , wide and high , -the two ...
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... wind may roll On thy heights , Sevastopol ! 2 Willie , all to you and me Is that spot , where'er it be , Where he stands -- no other word ! Stands - God sure the child's prayer heard- By the Alma river . 3. Willie , listen to the bells ...
... wind may roll On thy heights , Sevastopol ! 2 Willie , all to you and me Is that spot , where'er it be , Where he stands -- no other word ! Stands - God sure the child's prayer heard- By the Alma river . 3. Willie , listen to the bells ...
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... wind . 3. Then stepped she down through town and field To mingle with the human race , And part by part to men revealed The fullness of her face . 4. Grave mother of majestic works , From her isle - altar gazing down , Who , God - like ...
... wind . 3. Then stepped she down through town and field To mingle with the human race , And part by part to men revealed The fullness of her face . 4. Grave mother of majestic works , From her isle - altar gazing down , Who , God - like ...
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... wind . I used to tell Miss Turnpenny she ought to be ashamed of herself to keep the poor little thing at work all the time , without one minute to play . I used to tell her she would make the girl just such another sour old maid as ...
... wind . I used to tell Miss Turnpenny she ought to be ashamed of herself to keep the poor little thing at work all the time , without one minute to play . I used to tell her she would make the girl just such another sour old maid as ...
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... wind began to howl mournfully amid the cliffs , and the sea , hitherto so silent , to beat heavily against the shore , and to boom , like distress - guns , from the recesses of the two deep - sea caves . We could hear , too , the ...
... wind began to howl mournfully amid the cliffs , and the sea , hitherto so silent , to beat heavily against the shore , and to boom , like distress - guns , from the recesses of the two deep - sea caves . We could hear , too , the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abishai Alma river Aunt Hetty beautiful Bennie Blossom Blount boat born in England born in Massachusetts called Carthage Cataline caves child clouds dark Definitions.-I Doctor Doocot earth English Ephraim Brevard Fairweather father fire forever give glacier hand head heard heart heaven Hervé Riel honor HUGH MILLER king lictors light Linkinwater live look Lord LORD ALFRED TENNYSON Massachusetts master melodious singer midnight mind minute-man Miss Turnpenny morning mountains nature neighbor never night noble NOTES.-I o'er passed Peggy person poems poor Queen replied roches moutonnées rocks round sail SAMUEL GRISWOLD GOODRICH seemed shining ship side smile snow soul sound spirit stars tell thee thing thou thought tink tion took trees turned voice waves wild WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 272 - 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.
Seite 273 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Seite 273 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Seite 272 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack When the morning star shines dead...
Seite 262 - Many politicians of our time are in the habit of laying it down as a self-evident proposition, that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom. The maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim. If men are to wait for liberty till they become wise and good in slavery, they may indeed wait forever.
Seite 168 - It is a weed that grows in every soil. They may have it from Spain, they may have it from Prussia. But until you become lost to all feeling of your true interest and your natural dignity, freedom they can have from none but you. This is the commodity of price of which you have the monopoly.
Seite 303 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 169 - Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.
Seite 93 - So, the storm subsides to calm : They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. "Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!
Seite 194 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.