The Progressive English reading books, Band 4 |
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Seite 46
... winds , BATTLE OF LANGSIDE . That seemed to suit the stormy state of The scene was changed . A royal host a men's uncertain minds . royal banner bore , The touch of care had blanched her cheek And the faithful of the land stood round ...
... winds , BATTLE OF LANGSIDE . That seemed to suit the stormy state of The scene was changed . A royal host a men's uncertain minds . royal banner bore , The touch of care had blanched her cheek And the faithful of the land stood round ...
Seite 47
... entrance at my Let my heart be still a moment and this chamber door ; - This it is , and nothing more , " mystery explore ; -- " Tis the wind , and nothing more ! " Open here I flung a shutter , when with But THE RAVEN . 47.
... entrance at my Let my heart be still a moment and this chamber door ; - This it is , and nothing more , " mystery explore ; -- " Tis the wind , and nothing more ! " Open here I flung a shutter , when with But THE RAVEN . 47.
Seite 67
... winds ! that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . " Fountains ! and ye that warble , as ye flow , If better thou belong not to the dawn , - Sure ...
... winds ! that from four quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . " Fountains ! and ye that warble , as ye flow , If better thou belong not to the dawn , - Sure ...
Seite 73
... winds , which waft his good ship onward , were blow- ing it up - hill , he would , perhaps , beguile the weariness of the voyage by many a laugh at the folly of his fellow - passenger . Or if told that the marches which he makes day by ...
... winds , which waft his good ship onward , were blow- ing it up - hill , he would , perhaps , beguile the weariness of the voyage by many a laugh at the folly of his fellow - passenger . Or if told that the marches which he makes day by ...
Seite 79
... winds through the vast savannahs of South America , till it has run a course of nearly four thousand miles . Before reaching the Atlantic , the vast flood is fifty miles wide , and in mid - channel the opposite coasts are not visible ...
... winds through the vast savannahs of South America , till it has run a course of nearly four thousand miles . Before reaching the Atlantic , the vast flood is fifty miles wide , and in mid - channel the opposite coasts are not visible ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Anglo-Saxon animals Arab arms army Arth Bashan battle beauty beneath Beth-gamul blood Boabdil Bozrah brave breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cape Non Carthage Carthaginians cavalry clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert dromedaries earth East enemy Enniskilleners fear feet fell fire gates gaze glory hand hath Havelock head hear heard heart heaven hills honour houses Hubert hundred Kerioth king land Lebanon light living look Lord Lord Lucan Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces Palmyra passed plain prince Propontis Rephaim rise rock Roman Rome round ruins scene seen ship shore side silent slave sleep smile soul sound stand stood streets sweet sword Tadmor tears temples thee thou hast thousand tomb trees Tyre valley voice walls wave wild wind wonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Seite 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Seite 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Seite 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Seite 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Seite 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Seite 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Seite 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.