Stepping Stones to Literature, Bücher 8Silver, Burdett, 1898 - 317 Seiten |
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... poor or vicious books because they do not know others , or do not know how much more interesting the better books are . The reading lesson should lead to literary voyages of discovery to the public library and other sources of supply ...
... poor or vicious books because they do not know others , or do not know how much more interesting the better books are . The reading lesson should lead to literary voyages of discovery to the public library and other sources of supply ...
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... poor Britons led a very un- happy life ; for the Romans , when they subdued their coun- try , having taken away all their arms , they lost the habit of using them or of defending themselves , and trusted entirely to the protection of ...
... poor Britons led a very un- happy life ; for the Romans , when they subdued their coun- try , having taken away all their arms , they lost the habit of using them or of defending themselves , and trusted entirely to the protection of ...
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... poor countess , like a parrot's cage out at a window . But this is their own ignorant idea . The cage of the Lady Buchan was a strong wooden and iron piece of framework , placed within an apartment , and resem- bling one of those places ...
... poor countess , like a parrot's cage out at a window . But this is their own ignorant idea . The cage of the Lady Buchan was a strong wooden and iron piece of framework , placed within an apartment , and resem- bling one of those places ...
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... poor , persevering spider was exactly in the same situation with himself , having made as many trials , and been as often disappointed in what it aimed . at . " Now , " thought Bruce , " as I had no means of know- ing what is best to be ...
... poor , persevering spider was exactly in the same situation with himself , having made as many trials , and been as often disappointed in what it aimed . at . " Now , " thought Bruce , " as I had no means of know- ing what is best to be ...
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... poor galley slave , who had thrown down his chains , took up the gout in their stead , but made such wry faces , that one might easily perceive that he was no great gainer by the bargain . It was pleasant enough to see the several ...
... poor galley slave , who had thrown down his chains , took up the gout in their stead , but made such wry faces , that one might easily perceive that he was no great gainer by the bargain . It was pleasant enough to see the several ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbot Achaians Alexandros answer Ariel arms Balclutha battle behold Belshazzar Bingen brother Bruce Buckingham burning fiery furnace called Campeius cardinal Carthon Clessámmor cloud Comyn Cromwell dark daughter dear death duke enemy England English eyes father fear fell Fingal friends Gentleman give grace Guenever hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor horse John of Lorn JOHN RUSKIN JOSEPH ADDISON King Arthur King Henry king's lady land live looked Lord Menelaos mighty Miranda Moina Nebuchadnezzar never night noble Norfolk Pickwick Picts pleasure poem poor pray Priam princes Prospero Queen Katherine Reader Robert Robert the Bruce round Scotland Scots ship Sir Bedivere Sir Lucan Sir Modred soul spake speak spear spider STEPPING STONES STONES TO LITERATURE stood Suffolk Surrey sword tell thee thing Thomas Bulfinch thought Trojans unto voice wild Winkle Wolsey words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 68 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Seite 187 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Seite 184 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Seite 113 - He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Seite 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 55 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Seite 109 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Seite 82 - Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the . joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Seite 196 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Seite 190 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.