The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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... arms . For oxen are put to all the labor of ploughing and drawing because the people believe that , while the oxen are not so good for sudden effort , yet they can endure much more labor , pain , and hardship than horses . The oxen ...
... arms . For oxen are put to all the labor of ploughing and drawing because the people believe that , while the oxen are not so good for sudden effort , yet they can endure much more labor , pain , and hardship than horses . The oxen ...
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... arms could never have been strong enough to carry the tray upstairs if she had not been assisted in private by her mistress , who now sat in state , pretending not to know what cakes were sent up , though she knew , and we knew , and ...
... arms could never have been strong enough to carry the tray upstairs if she had not been assisted in private by her mistress , who now sat in state , pretending not to know what cakes were sent up , though she knew , and we knew , and ...
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... arms outstretched , the Druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea . Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us ; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in , The priest hath ...
... arms outstretched , the Druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea . Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us ; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in , The priest hath ...
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... arms of the tremendous waves . A Roman woman of the humbler class sat with her child at her breast , silent amid that wailing throng , her cheek ashy pale , her eye calm ; and her lips moved at times in si- lent prayer , but she never ...
... arms of the tremendous waves . A Roman woman of the humbler class sat with her child at her breast , silent amid that wailing throng , her cheek ashy pale , her eye calm ; and her lips moved at times in si- lent prayer , but she never ...
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... arms , and , heedless of a wail that issued from its worshipper , like a child robbed of its toy , ran aft with it . " Come , wife , " he cried ; " I'll lash thee and the child to this . ' Tis sore worm - eaten , but ' twill serve ...
... arms , and , heedless of a wail that issued from its worshipper , like a child robbed of its toy , ran aft with it . " Come , wife , " he cried ; " I'll lash thee and the child to this . ' Tis sore worm - eaten , but ' twill serve ...
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Abbey ALFRED TENNYSON ancient Mariner Antony arms Bagdemagus battle beauty bird Brutus Cæsar called Cassius cloud Cranford cried dead death deep earth enemy England English Excalibur eyes fair fear Fourth Citizen friends give gold Guenever hand hath hear heard heart heaven holy honor James Russell Lowell King Arthur knights ladies land Lars Porsena live look lord loud Lowell manners mast Merlin mind moon morning nature never noble o'er poem poet poor Queen rode Rome round sail Second Citizen seen Shakespeare ship side Siege Siege Perilous Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Patrick Spens soon soul Spain spake speak stone stood sweet sword tell thee things Third Citizen thou thought took town Ulysses unto vessel voice Webster whole WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words wound youth
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Página 338 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 264 - Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
Página 147 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Página 265 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of...
Página 200 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 294 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops ; Kind souls ! What; weep you, when you but behold Our Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 211 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Página 213 - No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Página 343 - twas, that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be. "O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me. To walk togcthei to the kirk With a goodly company! — "To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Página 339 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.