Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Bücher 2Butler, Shelton & Company, 1898 |
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... breast respired freely , except , perchance , that of the old man who alone stood in the deck with the two combatants , a stern second . He might himself be crushed by the piece . He did not stir . Beneath them , the blind sea directed ...
... breast respired freely , except , perchance , that of the old man who alone stood in the deck with the two combatants , a stern second . He might himself be crushed by the piece . He did not stir . Beneath them , the blind sea directed ...
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... oak . And the old man , turning to the sailors , added , - " Do your duty . " The man upon whose breast shone the cross of Saint Louis bowed his head . At a sign from Count du Boisberthelot , two sailors 28 CHOICE LITERATURE.
... oak . And the old man , turning to the sailors , added , - " Do your duty . " The man upon whose breast shone the cross of Saint Louis bowed his head . At a sign from Count du Boisberthelot , two sailors 28 CHOICE LITERATURE.
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... breast . It was like the pressure of a leather thong and the thrust of a gimlet . In less than a second an indescribable spiral form had passed around his wrist and his elbow , and reached to his shoulder . The point burrowed under his ...
... breast . It was like the pressure of a leather thong and the thrust of a gimlet . In less than a second an indescribable spiral form had passed around his wrist and his elbow , and reached to his shoulder . The point burrowed under his ...
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... breast would dare to give suck , not a heart would dare to love , not a spirit would dare to take flight , if one meditated on the sinister shapes patiently lying in ambush in the abyss . Gilliatt had thrust his arm into the hole ; the ...
... breast would dare to give suck , not a heart would dare to love , not a spirit would dare to take flight , if one meditated on the sinister shapes patiently lying in ambush in the abyss . Gilliatt had thrust his arm into the hole ; the ...
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... breast . Gilliatt , wounded in the flank and with both arms pinioned , would have been a dead man . But Gilliatt was on his guard . Being watched , he watched . He avoided the tentacle , and at the moment when the crea- ture was about ...
... breast . Gilliatt , wounded in the flank and with both arms pinioned , would have been a dead man . But Gilliatt was on his guard . Being watched , he watched . He avoided the tentacle , and at the moment when the crea- ture was about ...
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Alba Longa ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Cary Antony arms army Bass Bassanio battle Battle of Waterloo beneath blood blow Blücher Boisberthelot born breast breath Brutus Cæsar cannon carronade Casca Cassius cavalry clouds Clusium cuirassiers dark dead death deck doth earth English Exeunt eyes father fear fire Genappe Gilliatt gunner hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor Horatius horse hundred Lars Porsena Laun light live look lord loud Mark Antony Napoleon never night noble o'er octopus Portia pray PUPIL rain Ramoth ring Roman Rome round sabers sail seemed shadow ship shout Shylock side smile soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet sword tell thee thine THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY thou thought thousand Titinius Toussaint L'Ouverture turned VICTOR HUGO voice waves weather wild wind
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Seite 247 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
Seite 323 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Seite 235 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 327 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Seite 248 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Seite 250 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
Seite 396 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 232 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 251 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 422 - Weigh them ; it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.