Everyday Classics: Eighth Reader : the Introduction to LiteratureMacmillan Company, 1919 - 415 páginas |
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... Creüsa , and of his little son Ascanius , and how he had left them at home alone and without defense . As he thought to himself : " Shall I not return to 15 them , for here I can do nothing ? " he turned his eyes and saw Helen in the ...
... Creüsa , and of his little son Ascanius , and how he had left them at home alone and without defense . As he thought to himself : " Shall I not return to 15 them , for here I can do nothing ? " he turned his eyes and saw Helen in the ...
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... Creüsa threw herself on the ground and caught his feet . She held out to him the child Ascanius , and cried : " If you are going back to the battle that you may die there , 15 then take your wife and child with you . For why should we ...
... Creüsa threw herself on the ground and caught his feet . She held out to him the child Ascanius , and cried : " If you are going back to the battle that you may die there , 15 then take your wife and child with you . For why should we ...
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... Creüsa followed behind . So he went , with many fears . He had not been afraid of 10 the swords and spears of the enemy , but now he was full of fear for them who were with him , father and wife and child . But when he had nearly got to ...
... Creüsa followed behind . So he went , with many fears . He had not been afraid of 10 the swords and spears of the enemy , but now he was full of fear for them who were with him , father and wife and child . But when he had nearly got to ...
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... Creüsa should not sail across the seas with you . You have a long journey to make , and many 20 seas to cross till you come to the land of Hesperia , to the place where the river Tiber flows softly through a fair and fertile land ...
... Creüsa should not sail across the seas with you . You have a long journey to make , and many 20 seas to cross till you come to the land of Hesperia , to the place where the river Tiber flows softly through a fair and fertile land ...
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... Creüsa lost ? 8. What did her spirit prophesy for Eneas ? 9. What new city was he to establish ? passages show that Eneas was a good son ? so careful of the images of the household gods ? 10. What 11. Why was he 12. Is war more or less ...
... Creüsa lost ? 8. What did her spirit prophesy for Eneas ? 9. What new city was he to establish ? passages show that Eneas was a good son ? so careful of the images of the household gods ? 10. What 11. Why was he 12. Is war more or less ...
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Página 128 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 329 - At half past nine by the meet'n'-house clock,— Just the hour of the Earthquake shock! —What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground! You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Página 279 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Página 270 - I have not allowed myself, Sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Página 311 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 233 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Página 314 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 113 - And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you. And they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt, Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life.
Página 271 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable," God grant it, — God grant it!
Página 313 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.