Everyday Classics: Eighth Reader : the Introduction to LiteratureMacmillan Company, 1919 - Počet stran: 415 |
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Strana 49
... fire ; and if I vanquish him , I will spoil him of his arms , but 10 give his body to the Greeks , that they may bury him . and raise a great mound above him by the broad salt river of Hellespont . And so men of after days shall see it ...
... fire ; and if I vanquish him , I will spoil him of his arms , but 10 give his body to the Greeks , that they may bury him . and raise a great mound above him by the broad salt river of Hellespont . And so men of after days shall see it ...
Strana 59
... fire with savage hate , And holding his bright buckler , nobly wrought , Before him . On his shining helmet waved The fourfold crest ; there tossed the golden tufts With which the hand of Vulcan lavishly Had decked it . As in the still ...
... fire with savage hate , And holding his bright buckler , nobly wrought , Before him . On his shining helmet waved The fourfold crest ; there tossed the golden tufts With which the hand of Vulcan lavishly Had decked it . As in the still ...
Strana 64
... fire , and threw them down outside the 25 cave with a great crash , and drove the flocks within , and closed the entrance with a huge rock , which twenty wagons and more could not bear . Then he milked the ewes and the she - goats , and ...
... fire , and threw them down outside the 25 cave with a great crash , and drove the flocks within , and closed the entrance with a huge rock , which twenty wagons and more could not bear . Then he milked the ewes and the she - goats , and ...
Strana 65
... fire with the pine logs , and the flame lighted up all the cave , show- ing to him both me and my comrades . " Who are ye ? ' cried Polyphemus , for that was the giant's name . ' Are ye traders or , perhaps , pirates ? ' 5 " I shuddered ...
... fire with the pine logs , and the flame lighted up all the cave , show- ing to him both me and my comrades . " Who are ye ? ' cried Polyphemus , for that was the giant's name . ' Are ye traders or , perhaps , pirates ? ' 5 " I shuddered ...
Strana 68
... fire , and then hid it away . At evening the giant came back , and drove his sheep into the cave , nor left the rams outside , as he had been wont to do before , but shut them in . And hav- 10 ing duly done his shepherd's work , he took ...
... fire , and then hid it away . At evening the giant came back , and drove his sheep into the cave , nor left the rams outside , as he had been wont to do before , but shut them in . And hav- 10 ing duly done his shepherd's work , he took ...
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Strana 128 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Strana 329 - At half past nine by the meet'n'-house clock,— Just the hour of the Earthquake shock! —What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground! You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Strana 279 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Strana 270 - I have not allowed myself, Sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Strana 311 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strana 233 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Strana 314 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Strana 113 - And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you. And they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt, Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life.
Strana 271 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable," God grant it, — God grant it!
Strana 313 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.