(The British readers). The first (-sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison. The literary reader, a companion vol. to the fifth and sixth readers |
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... Enter SHYLOCK . Duke . Make room , and let him stand before our face . Shylock , the world thinks , and I think so too , That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act : and then , ' tis thought Thou ' lt show ...
... Enter SHYLOCK . Duke . Make room , and let him stand before our face . Shylock , the world thinks , and I think so too , That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act : and then , ' tis thought Thou ' lt show ...
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... [ Enter PORTIA , dressed like a doctor of laws . ] Give me your hand : Come you from old Bellario ? Por . I do , my lord . Duke . You are welcome ; take your place . Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question ...
... [ Enter PORTIA , dressed like a doctor of laws . ] Give me your hand : Come you from old Bellario ? Por . I do , my lord . Duke . You are welcome ; take your place . Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question ...
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... enter at the doorway , Saying , as he rose to meet him , Hiawatha , you are welcome ! " 66 16. At the feet of Laughing Water Hiawatha laid his burden , 17 . 18 . 19 . Threw the red deer from his shoulders ; And the maiden looked up at ...
... enter at the doorway , Saying , as he rose to meet him , Hiawatha , you are welcome ! " 66 16. At the feet of Laughing Water Hiawatha laid his burden , 17 . 18 . 19 . Threw the red deer from his shoulders ; And the maiden looked up at ...
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... Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT . King John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor , And with advantage means to pay thy love : And , my good friend ...
... Enter KING JOHN and HUBERT . King John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor , And with advantage means to pay thy love : And , my good friend ...
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... Enter HUBERT and two ATTENDANTS . Hub . Heat me these irons hot ; and look thou stand Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground , rush forth And bind the boy , which you shall find with me , Fast to the chair ...
... Enter HUBERT and two ATTENDANTS . Hub . Heat me these irons hot ; and look thou stand Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground , rush forth And bind the boy , which you shall find with me , Fast to the chair ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alençon arms arrow art thou Arth Barbara Frietchie battle BATTLE OF MORGARTEN blood born bosom breath brother Brutus Cæsar Clar Clarence clouds crown Dacotahs dark dead death deed deep died doth dreadful Duke earth Enter ERPINGHAM eyes fair fall father fear fire forest Gaunt give glove grace grave hand happy Harfleur hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha honour hope Hubert John John of Gaunt Julius Cæsar king land Laughing Water light live Lochiel look lord majesty mercy morning mountain murdered nature never Nevermore night noble Nokomis o'er peace poet postilion prince red deer rising rock round scene Shylock sleep smiled soldiers sorrow soul speak stood sweet tears Tell thee thou thought voice waves weep wild word Yarrow young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 310 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 81 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Seite 60 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Seite 246 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Seite 80 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Seite 45 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Seite 16 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Seite 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Seite 80 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear...