Jones Readers by Grades, Volume 7Ginn, 1904 |
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Page 73
... English baron De Vaux . " Had I not , " said Saladin , " seen this brand flaming in the front of battle , I had scarce believed that human arm could wield it . Might I request to see the Melech Ric strike one blow with it in peace , and ...
... English baron De Vaux . " Had I not , " said Saladin , " seen this brand flaming in the front of battle , I had scarce believed that human arm could wield it . Might I request to see the Melech Ric strike one blow with it in peace , and ...
Page 76
... English blow , and what we cannot do by sleight we eke out by strength . " — brand : sword . This was a favorite word with Scott . Melech Ric : the Eastern name for Richard . the Prophet Mohammed , the head of the Arabic Church . - hedg ...
... English blow , and what we cannot do by sleight we eke out by strength . " — brand : sword . This was a favorite word with Scott . Melech Ric : the Eastern name for Richard . the Prophet Mohammed , the head of the Arabic Church . - hedg ...
Page 77
... experience ; but they reasoned very correctly that any stove which could ask in good English for the door , in the middle of the night , had an indubitable right to be answered ; and they replied 77 A CELLAR IN SIBERIA George Kennan.
... experience ; but they reasoned very correctly that any stove which could ask in good English for the door , in the middle of the night , had an indubitable right to be answered ; and they replied 77 A CELLAR IN SIBERIA George Kennan.
Page 79
... English , he stopped ; and tearing off my mask and fur hoods I spoke 5 my name . Never was there such rejoicing as that which then took place in that little underground cellar , as I recognized in the exiled party two of my old comrades ...
... English , he stopped ; and tearing off my mask and fur hoods I spoke 5 my name . Never was there such rejoicing as that which then took place in that little underground cellar , as I recognized in the exiled party two of my old comrades ...
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... English language . This At midnight , in his guarded tent , The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power ; In dreams , through camp and court , he bore The trophies of a ...
... English language . This At midnight , in his guarded tent , The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power ; In dreams , through camp and court , he bore The trophies of a ...
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Abridged American battle beautiful bird Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cannon Charley clouds coachman cold court D'ARCY WENTWORTH THOMPSON darkness death deep doth Douglas earth Edwin Markham England English eyes fair famous fell Ferdinand fire friends Glaucus Granada gray guard hand Hastings hath head heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY HARLAND HENRY TIMROD hill History honor horse JOHN MILTON Julius Cæsar king land light live looked Lord Marmion marshes of Glynn mind mountain never night noble NOTE Nydia o'er path peace Perlino Pickwick poem poet Pompeii queen Roderick Dhu scene selection is taken Seven Wise Masters shout side smile soul sound Spain street sweet sword thee thine thing thou thought tower voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves weather wild WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILSON FLAGG wind wings wood word
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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...