(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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... called each other by the name of god - sib - that is , kin through God ; and the child , in like manner , called such his godfather and godmother . " The word is now used to describe any one who repeats the news or small scandal of ...
... called each other by the name of god - sib - that is , kin through God ; and the child , in like manner , called such his godfather and godmother . " The word is now used to describe any one who repeats the news or small scandal of ...
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... called the Loch of the Lowes , which communicates with the larger Lake of St. Mary's . The Yarrow joins the Ettrick a little above Selkirk , and the united streams fall into the Tweed . The stream is famous in Border story , and meets ...
... called the Loch of the Lowes , which communicates with the larger Lake of St. Mary's . The Yarrow joins the Ettrick a little above Selkirk , and the united streams fall into the Tweed . The stream is famous in Border story , and meets ...
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... called his child — no voice replied- He searched with terror wild ; Blood , blood he found on every side , But nowhere found his child . 12. " Hell - hound ! my child's by thee devoured , " The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his ...
... called his child — no voice replied- He searched with terror wild ; Blood , blood he found on every side , But nowhere found his child . 12. " Hell - hound ! my child's by thee devoured , " The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his ...
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... called " Stonewall " Jackson from the determination with which he always maintained his position in battle . He was accidentally shot by one of his own men . Next to General Lee , he was the most prominent soldier on the Southern side ...
... called " Stonewall " Jackson from the determination with which he always maintained his position in battle . He was accidentally shot by one of his own men . Next to General Lee , he was the most prominent soldier on the Southern side ...
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... gone , For I am now a serving - man . " 23. At last the king from hunting came , And presently , upon the same , He called for this good old man , And thus to speak the king began : 24. " What news , what news , old man LITERARY READER .
... gone , For I am now a serving - man . " 23. At last the king from hunting came , And presently , upon the same , He called for this good old man , And thus to speak the king began : 24. " What news , what news , old man LITERARY READER .
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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...