Sonnenschein's special merit readers. Standard 3,4 |
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... speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene . Heaven's ebon vault , 5 Studded with stars unutterably bright , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls , Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping ...
... speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene . Heaven's ebon vault , 5 Studded with stars unutterably bright , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls , Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping ...
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... speak a word of English , made themselves burrows in the mud , and lived on roots and sour milk . 5. At length , in the year 1670 , the benevolent and enlightened Sir William Petty determined to form an English settlement in this wild ...
... speak a word of English , made themselves burrows in the mud , and lived on roots and sour milk . 5. At length , in the year 1670 , the benevolent and enlightened Sir William Petty determined to form an English settlement in this wild ...
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... speak ! answer ! was he there ? Oh ! hath his smile departed ? -Could the grave Shut o'er those bursts of bright and tameless . glee ? - No ! I shall yet behold his dark locks wave— That look gives hope - I knew it could not be ! 8 ...
... speak ! answer ! was he there ? Oh ! hath his smile departed ? -Could the grave Shut o'er those bursts of bright and tameless . glee ? - No ! I shall yet behold his dark locks wave— That look gives hope - I knew it could not be ! 8 ...
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... speaking . Quay ( pronounced key ) , a place by water , for ships to lade or unlade . Ser ' - ri - ed , closed together . Stal ' - wart , strong and brave , ENGLAND . YSLE of the ocean ! Zion of the seas ! Child of the waves ! and ...
... speaking . Quay ( pronounced key ) , a place by water , for ships to lade or unlade . Ser ' - ri - ed , closed together . Stal ' - wart , strong and brave , ENGLAND . YSLE of the ocean ! Zion of the seas ! Child of the waves ! and ...
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... Speak , my mother ! speak ! " he cried , " Wherefore this mourning vest : And the clinging children by thy side , In weeds of sadness drest ! " 4 . " Well may a mourning vest be mine , And theirs , my son , my son ! Look on the features ...
... Speak , my mother ! speak ! " he cried , " Wherefore this mourning vest : And the clinging children by thy side , In weeds of sadness drest ! " 4 . " Well may a mourning vest be mine , And theirs , my son , my son ! Look on the features ...
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Sonnenschein's special merit readers. Standard 3,4 Swan Sonnenschein (and co, ltd.) Visualização integral - 1884 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
adjectives amongst ancient Andrew Marvell appearance beautiful bird Bosporus bound breath bright bull called castle Cham clouds colours dark dead deep desolate earth Emperor England English Ettrick fairy flax Francis gentle Give names Gulf of Bothnia hand Hanseatic League hath heard heart heaven Helena Henry Hermia honours horse king king of Norway lady lake land Lapland light lines living look Lord manner Matilda meaning ments miles moon mountains never Niagara River night nouns o'er ocean Parse patronymic person pronounced Prudence Rhine river rock rolls Rosabelle round ruin Saracen Scandinavian peninsula scene seen shore side sing Sir Walter Scott smile soldiers sort sound spirit spring storm Sulitelma Sweden Takupi taste thee thine things thou tion trees verb verse village voice Washington Irving waves wild wind words Write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 192 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 119 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Página 9 - I visited various parts of my own country ; and had I been merely a lover of fine scenery, I should have felt little desire to seek elsewhere its gratification, for on no country have the charms of nature been more prodigally lavished.
Página 93 - ONCE, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 9 - Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains, with their bright aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her broad deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine; — no, never need an American look beyond...
Página 178 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
Página 10 - My native country was full of youthful promise : Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity — to loiter about the ruined castle — to meditate on the falling tower — to escape, in short, from the common-place I — THE AUTHOR'S ACCOUNT OP HIMSELF. 11 realities of the present,...
Página 118 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Página 142 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Página 27 - But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.