The Lee Readers: First-[fifth] book, Libro 5American Book Company, 1902 |
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... leaves were kind to Him ; The thorn tree had a mind to Him , When into the woods He came . Out of the woods my Master went , And He was well content . Out of the woods my Master came , Content with death and shame . When Death and Shame ...
... leaves were kind to Him ; The thorn tree had a mind to Him , When into the woods He came . Out of the woods my Master went , And He was well content . Out of the woods my Master came , Content with death and shame . When Death and Shame ...
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... leaving behind him any of those marks which he appeared so much to dread . Heyward was silent until the Indians had cautiously paddled the canoe some distance from the fort and within the broad and dark shadow that fell from the eastern ...
... leaving behind him any of those marks which he appeared so much to dread . Heyward was silent until the Indians had cautiously paddled the canoe some distance from the fort and within the broad and dark shadow that fell from the eastern ...
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... leaving them , and are already nearly out of whistle of a bullet . " The well - known crack of a rifle , whose ball came skip- ping along the placid surface of the strait , and a shrill yell from the island , interrupted his speech ...
... leaving them , and are already nearly out of whistle of a bullet . " The well - known crack of a rifle , whose ball came skip- ping along the placid surface of the strait , and a shrill yell from the island , interrupted his speech ...
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... leave , there- fore , the waters of the Gulf Stream lighter by reason of their warmth . If they be lighter , they should therefore occupy a higher level than those through which they flow . As- suming the depths off Hatteras to be one ...
... leave , there- fore , the waters of the Gulf Stream lighter by reason of their warmth . If they be lighter , they should therefore occupy a higher level than those through which they flow . As- suming the depths off Hatteras to be one ...
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... leave me not . ' 6 999 " What does the poetry or the value of the ring sig- nify ? " said Nerissa . " You swore to me when I gave it to you , that you would keep it till the hour of death ; and now you say you gave it to the lawyer's ...
... leave me not . ' 6 999 " What does the poetry or the value of the ring sig- nify ? " said Nerissa . " You swore to me when I gave it to you , that you would keep it till the hour of death ; and now you say you gave it to the lawyer's ...
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Antonio Arth aunt Bassanio battle beautiful began boat born brave brother called canoe Charles Dickens cried dark David Copperfield dead dear death Dick Dickens dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE England English eyes father fell fish France gave give glory gold Goldsmith gray Greek Gulf Stream hand hast head heart heaven hill honor hope Hubert Indian king knew Lady Clare land Lanier Lear LEE FIFTH RDR lived looked Lord Maelström Marmion Marshes of Glynn mercy Miss Matty morning never night noble o'er Opechancanough Paspaheghs poems poet Portia Prescott Prince John ring round sail scene scout Shakespeare Shylock Sidney Lanier smile stood story tell thee things thou thought tree Trotwood turned Vicar of Wakefield voice White Ship wife WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT William Shakespeare wind wonder wood word young
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Página 193 - 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.
Página 379 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Página 207 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Página 195 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
Página 218 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 96 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Página 120 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Página 198 - Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 166 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?
Página 367 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.