Jones Readers by Grades, Volume 7Ginn, 1904 |
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... pass their afternoon rejoicingly . They did not , 15 indeed , know much about what was to happen next day ; and some of them , I thought , were a little frightened , because there was a chance of their being sent to a new school where ...
... pass their afternoon rejoicingly . They did not , 15 indeed , know much about what was to happen next day ; and some of them , I thought , were a little frightened , because there was a chance of their being sent to a new school where ...
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... pass such an evening of sluggish 15 enjoyment as the day has been , and go to bed inglorious . The same shivering reluctance , no doubt , has quelled , for a moment , the adventurous spirit of many a traveler , when his feet , which ...
... pass such an evening of sluggish 15 enjoyment as the day has been , and go to bed inglorious . The same shivering reluctance , no doubt , has quelled , for a moment , the adventurous spirit of many a traveler , when his feet , which ...
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... passing just within the verge of the lamp- light ! One blast struggles for her umbrella , and turns it wrong side outward ; another whisks the cape of her cloak across her eyes . Happily , the good dame is no gossamer , but a figure of ...
... passing just within the verge of the lamp- light ! One blast struggles for her umbrella , and turns it wrong side outward ; another whisks the cape of her cloak across her eyes . Happily , the good dame is no gossamer , but a figure of ...
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... pass through . The mechanism of the structure is simple and self - regulating . 5 10 10 15 On the side of this tiny seine toward the current of the stream is a little passage which leads to the seine builder's house . This is a rather ...
... pass through . The mechanism of the structure is simple and self - regulating . 5 10 10 15 On the side of this tiny seine toward the current of the stream is a little passage which leads to the seine builder's house . This is a rather ...
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... pass through freely , but carefully excludes small enemies that might find their 20 way in through an unbarred door . Thus protected , he changes to a pupa . After a time he bursts the pupa skin , tears down the bars at the door , and ...
... pass through freely , but carefully excludes small enemies that might find their 20 way in through an unbarred door . Thus protected , he changes to a pupa . After a time he bursts the pupa skin , tears down the bars at the door , and ...
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Page 125 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 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...
Page 131 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 266 - 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.
Page 68 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 123 - 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 197 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 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.
Page 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...