The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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... dead night from underground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapors fly apace , And hover o'er the smiling face Of these pastures ; where they come Striking dead both bud and bloom . Therefore from such danger lock Every ...
... dead night from underground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapors fly apace , And hover o'er the smiling face Of these pastures ; where they come Striking dead both bud and bloom . Therefore from such danger lock Every ...
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... dead ! " But the breeze in the morning blew , and found That the leaves of the blown Rose strewed the ground ; And he came at noon , that Gardener old , And he raked them softly under the mould . And I wove the thing to a random rhyme ...
... dead ! " But the breeze in the morning blew , and found That the leaves of the blown Rose strewed the ground ; And he came at noon , that Gardener old , And he raked them softly under the mould . And I wove the thing to a random rhyme ...
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... dead on the shore . At times she seemed likely to weather the danger , and then the spectators congratulated her aloud ; at others the wind and sea drove her visibly nearer , and the lookers - on were not without a secret satisfaction ...
... dead on the shore . At times she seemed likely to weather the danger , and then the spectators congratulated her aloud ; at others the wind and sea drove her visibly nearer , and the lookers - on were not without a secret satisfaction ...
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... dead . As Gerard stood by the sea watching , with horror and curiosity mixed , his late companions washed ashore , a hand was laid lightly on his shoulder . He turned . It was the Roman matron , burning with womanly gratitude . She took ...
... dead . As Gerard stood by the sea watching , with horror and curiosity mixed , his late companions washed ashore , a hand was laid lightly on his shoulder . He turned . It was the Roman matron , burning with womanly gratitude . She took ...
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... dead of the night , loud noises alarmed them . Thor grasped his hammer ; stood in the door , prepared for fight . His companions within ran hither and thither in their terror , seeking some outlet in that rude hall ; they found a little ...
... dead of the night , loud noises alarmed them . Thor grasped his hammer ; stood in the door , prepared for fight . His companions within ran hither and thither in their terror , seeking some outlet in that rude hall ; they found a little ...
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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.