The Blodgett Readers by Grades, Bok 7Ginn and Company, 1910 |
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Side 3
... arms round the trunk of one of the trees , as though it were a friend , and there , in the shelter of the narrow shadow cast by the palm , he wept . He cried 10 aloud to measure the solitude . His voice , lost in the hollows of the hill ...
... arms round the trunk of one of the trees , as though it were a friend , and there , in the shelter of the narrow shadow cast by the palm , he wept . He cried 10 aloud to measure the solitude . His voice , lost in the hollows of the hill ...
Side 29
... Arms , gleaming knives , and formidable clubs ap- peared above them , but the blows were evidently given at random ... arm menaced a fatal blow . Duncan thrust forth 25 a foot , and the shock precipitated the eager savage headlong many ...
... Arms , gleaming knives , and formidable clubs ap- peared above them , but the blows were evidently given at random ... arm menaced a fatal blow . Duncan thrust forth 25 a foot , and the shock precipitated the eager savage headlong many ...
Side 30
... arm cast about the 15 protecting post , and breathing thick and hard after his incredible exertions , but still disdaining to permit a single sign of suffering to escape . His person was now protected by immemorial and sacred usage ...
... arm cast about the 15 protecting post , and breathing thick and hard after his incredible exertions , but still disdaining to permit a single sign of suffering to escape . His person was now protected by immemorial and sacred usage ...
Side 32
... arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding the sword - and how I rowed across And took it , and have worn it , like a king ; And , wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime ...
... arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding the sword - and how I rowed across And took it , and have worn it , like a king ; And , wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime ...
Side 36
... arms , Saying , " King Arthur's sword , Excalibur , Wrought by the lonely Maiden of the Lake . Nine years she wrought it , sitting in the deeps . Upon the hidden bases of the hills . " So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all ...
... arms , Saying , " King Arthur's sword , Excalibur , Wrought by the lonely Maiden of the Lake . Nine years she wrought it , sitting in the deeps . Upon the hidden bases of the hills . " So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all ...
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The Blodgett Readers by Grades: Primer, [Book one-eight], Bok 7 Frances Eggleston Blodgett,Andrew Burr Blodgett Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
The Blodgett Readers by Grades Book Seven (Classic Reprint) Frances E. Blodgett Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017 |
The Blodgett Readers by Grades - Book Seven Frances Eggleston Blodgett Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2010 |
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arms Balafré beauty birds brave breath Brutus Cæsar called Careless Cassius Charles cloud comet Cyrano Cyrano de Bergerac dark Dupin earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England English Excalibur eyes famous father fear fell France French Galeotti gave gold Greek hand Hatto head heart heaven Hector heroes horse JOHN JOHN MILTON Julius Cæsar King Arthur land letter lived looked Lord Louis Majesty mighty morning nest never night NORMAN DUNCAN NOTE Odysseus panther passed peace Phoenicia planets poem poet Poor Richard says prefect rest Ribaut river ROBERT STAWELL BALL round royal sail Saul SELMA LAGERLÖF ship shore Sir Bedivere Sir Oliver soldier stand stars stood sword tail thee thine things thou hast thought tree Tristan Venice Viscount voice WILLIAM WINWOOD READE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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Side 134 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Side 94 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Side 114 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Side 232 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 221 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 241 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Side 131 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Side 18 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Side 184 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Side 233 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...