The Progressive English reading books, Volume 4 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 57
Página 19
... waves the sport , Condemned in wretchedness to roam , Live ! -thou shalt reach a sheltering port , A quiet home . Seek the true treasure , seldom found , Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ; Pursue thy flight . There is a calm for ...
... waves the sport , Condemned in wretchedness to roam , Live ! -thou shalt reach a sheltering port , A quiet home . Seek the true treasure , seldom found , Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ; Pursue thy flight . There is a calm for ...
Página 67
... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . " Fountains ! and ye that warble , as ye flow , If better thou belong not to the dawn , - Sure pledge of day , that crown'st the smil ing Morn With thy bright ...
... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship , wave . " Fountains ! and ye that warble , as ye flow , If better thou belong not to the dawn , - Sure pledge of day , that crown'st the smil ing Morn With thy bright ...
Página 75
... waves as well as the light spray dashed from them , the birds that cut their way through the air , the clouds that seem to hang motionless in the blue sky overhead , and the light vapours that rise from the steaming earth , are also ...
... waves as well as the light spray dashed from them , the birds that cut their way through the air , the clouds that seem to hang motionless in the blue sky overhead , and the light vapours that rise from the steaming earth , are also ...
Página 78
... wave , Thy radiant place unknown ; I seem to stand beside a grave , And stand by it alone . Farewell ! ah , would to me were given A power upon thy light ! What words upon our English heaven Thy loving rays should write ! Kind messages ...
... wave , Thy radiant place unknown ; I seem to stand beside a grave , And stand by it alone . Farewell ! ah , would to me were given A power upon thy light ! What words upon our English heaven Thy loving rays should write ! Kind messages ...
Página 85
... waves of the sea are second to none , for the good which they do and for the lessons which they teach . The astronomer ... wave of the sea that " claps its hands , " and feel His presence in every breeze that blows ? MAURY . LAND AND SEA ...
... waves of the sea are second to none , for the good which they do and for the lessons which they teach . The astronomer ... wave of the sea that " claps its hands , " and feel His presence in every breeze that blows ? MAURY . LAND AND SEA ...
Índice
205 | |
209 | |
222 | |
237 | |
246 | |
252 | |
260 | |
266 | |
105 | |
111 | |
117 | |
131 | |
141 | |
148 | |
155 | |
161 | |
167 | |
174 | |
177 | |
187 | |
193 | |
203 | |
274 | |
281 | |
287 | |
288 | |
320 | |
326 | |
334 | |
354 | |
363 | |
370 | |
377 | |
385 | |
387 | |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
Passagens conhecidas
Página 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Página 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Página 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Página 47 - 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 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Página 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.