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... on the back of my head , I saw his eyes directed to Mebalwe , who was trying to shoot him at the dis- tance of fifteen yards . His gun , a flint one , missed fire in both barrels . The lion immediately left me FIFTH READER . 7.
... on the back of my head , I saw his eyes directed to Mebalwe , who was trying to shoot him at the dis- tance of fifteen yards . His gun , a flint one , missed fire in both barrels . The lion immediately left me FIFTH READER . 7.
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... ! " I hang there , " says the beautiful flower , " to sweeten the air which man breathes , to open my beauties to kindle emotion in his eye , to show him the hand of his God , who pencilled each FIFTH READER . 19 LIVE NOT TO YOURSELF,
... ! " I hang there , " says the beautiful flower , " to sweeten the air which man breathes , to open my beauties to kindle emotion in his eye , to show him the hand of his God , who pencilled each FIFTH READER . 19 LIVE NOT TO YOURSELF,
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... eyes ! Look ! Answer me ! Are they the eyes of a stranger ? " The bereaved father replied that FIFTH READER . 23.
... eyes ! Look ! Answer me ! Are they the eyes of a stranger ? " The bereaved father replied that FIFTH READER . 23.
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... comforted , for I saw that she did not hate Indians . " Turn not on me such a terrible eye . I am no stealer of babes . I have reproved the people who took thy children , and have sheltered them for thee 24 FIFTH READER .
... comforted , for I saw that she did not hate Indians . " Turn not on me such a terrible eye . I am no stealer of babes . I have reproved the people who took thy children , and have sheltered them for thee 24 FIFTH READER .
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... eye— At morn , its child is the pride of spring , — At night , a shrivelled and loathsome thing ! To - day , there is hope and life in its breath , — To - morrow it shrinks to a useless death : - : - Strange doth it seem , that the sun ...
... eye— At morn , its child is the pride of spring , — At night , a shrivelled and loathsome thing ! To - day , there is hope and life in its breath , — To - morrow it shrinks to a useless death : - : - Strange doth it seem , that the sun ...
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The revised series. First (-Sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) Vista completa - 1884 |
The revised series. First (-Sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) Vista completa - 1884 |
The revised series. First (-Sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) Vista completa - 1884 |
Términos y frases comunes
adding the affixes animals arms army attacked battle bird boat brave breath Britain British broken cable called captain carnivora cheer citadel of Quebec command Cordelia dark deck Describe dinner plain Druid eagle earth electric telegraph enemy England eyes father feel feet fell fire fleet forest formed by adding French geyser Give H game hand head heard heaven Highland hope Inchcape Rock island John Tawell Jonathan killed king King Bruce King Lear land Lars Porsena LESSON lion live look Mabel magpie meant morning Napoleon nest never night o'er ocean pass poem prefix QUESTIONS:-1 rain raven river rock Roman rope rose round sail sailors schooner ship shore side Skye terriers slaver soldiers soon stanza Stonehenge storm tell thee things thou tree vessel village Waterloo waves weasel wild cat wind Wolfe word wounded young
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Página 103 - O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 204 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. " Rome shall perish ! — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ! Perish, hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Página 25 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 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.
Página 123 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. Do you see this? Look on her! look! her lips! Look there, look there!
Página 147 - 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.
Página 166 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Página 237 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Página 146 - the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore.' 'Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Página 165 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Página 87 - Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...