The Jones Readers by Grades: Book one-[eight], Libro 7Ginn, 1904 |
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Abridged American Antony beautiful bird Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cannon carronade CHARLES DICKENS Charley clouds Cortes darkness deep doth Douglas earth Edwin Markham England English eyes famous Ferdinand fire friends Glaucus Granada hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY HARLAND HENRY TIMROD honor human JOHN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Julius Cæsar king land Lew Wallace light live looked Lord Marmion marsh marshes of Glynn mind mountain NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night noble NOTE Nydia o'er path peace Perlino Pickwick poem poet Pompey queen Roderick Dhu Saladin scene selection is taken Seyton Shakespeare shout side soul Spain spirit stood sweet sword thee thine thing thou thought took tu-ite voice weather wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILSON FLAGG wind wings wood word
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Página 264 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 265 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 59 - The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Página 85 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Página 169 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 83 - Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Página 147 - Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, When there is in it but one only man.
Página 190 - I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder — there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters — and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER.
Página 266 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Página 262 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?