Story Hour Readings, Livro 8American Book, 1921 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Acadians American animals arms asked Baltimore oriole bank beautiful began bells birds boat Bréauté called captain carbonic acid Coppy Creakle cried D'Artagnan dark Don Quixote Doones earth English essay Explain eyes face feet felt fire Goderville hand head heard heart Henry hippopotamus honor knew land letter light live looked Lost Battalion Major Tom manner Master Hauchecorne Mell Miss Allardyce morning mountain Nettlewick never night Phillips pilot plants poem R. D. BLACKMORE ravine rest Rip Van Winkle river round S. H. R. EIGHTH salmon Scudamour seemed Short Story shouted side Silas Silas Marner sleep speech stars Steerforth stood sword tell thing thou thought tin soldier took trees turned village Wee Willie Winkie wind words young Zoeterwoude ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 405 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 402 - 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.
Página 306 - Both parties deprecated war, but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive, and the other would accept war rather than let it perish, and the war came.
Página 389 - 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 307 - Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God ; and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces ; but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered ; that of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes.
Página 113 - years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favor «» Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
Página 204 - 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 subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Página 332 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Página 423 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Página 330 - He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows, sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice ; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities.