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Side 7
... head with reiterated gestures full of charm . " All right , make a little toilet , " the Frenchman said 20 to himself , beginning to recover his gayety with his cour- age ; " we'll say good morning to each other presently . " At this ...
... head with reiterated gestures full of charm . " All right , make a little toilet , " the Frenchman said 20 to himself , beginning to recover his gayety with his cour- age ; " we'll say good morning to each other presently . " At this ...
Side 8
... head to the tail , scratching the flexible vertebræ which divided the panther's yellow back . The eyes of the animal grew gentle , and she uttered a purring sound such 10 as that by which our cats express their pleasure ; but this ...
... head to the tail , scratching the flexible vertebræ which divided the panther's yellow back . The eyes of the animal grew gentle , and she uttered a purring sound such 10 as that by which our cats express their pleasure ; but this ...
Side 9
... head , stretched out her neck , and manifested her delight by the tranquillity of her attitude . 5 At length she laid herself gracefully at his feet and cast up at him glances in which , in spite of their natural fierce- ness , was ...
... head , stretched out her neck , and manifested her delight by the tranquillity of her attitude . 5 At length she laid herself gracefully at his feet and cast up at him glances in which , in spite of their natural fierce- ness , was ...
Side 13
... head . But it was when she was playing that he felt most pleasure in looking at her ; the agility and lightness of her movements were a con- 5 tinual surprise ; he wondered at the supple way in which she jumped and climbed , washed ...
... head . But it was when she was playing that he felt most pleasure in looking at her ; the agility and lightness of her movements were a con- 5 tinual surprise ; he wondered at the supple way in which she jumped and climbed , washed ...
Side 27
... head , as if palsied by terror or stricken with shame . The high - spirited Duncan felt a powerful impulse of admira- tion and pity toward the former , though no opportunity could offer to exhibit his generous emotions . He watched his ...
... head , as if palsied by terror or stricken with shame . The high - spirited Duncan felt a powerful impulse of admira- tion and pity toward the former , though no opportunity could offer to exhibit his generous emotions . He watched his ...
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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...