A First [-fifth] Reader, 第 5 卷Ginn and Company, 1910 |
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第 5 頁
... round , saw the man enter , and half started up in terror ; then turning her head by degrees toward the fireplace , she began to observe 5 her brother , and her face became once more calm and serene . The bishop fixed his tranquil eye ...
... round , saw the man enter , and half started up in terror ; then turning her head by degrees toward the fireplace , she began to observe 5 her brother , and her face became once more calm and serene . The bishop fixed his tranquil eye ...
第 16 頁
... round and abused it because he was angry with himself . " Where did you get in ? " 66 Through that round hole at the top . " " Then why don't you get out through it ? " " Because I can't ; " and the lobster twiddled his horns more ...
... round and abused it because he was angry with himself . " Where did you get in ? " 66 Through that round hole at the top . " " Then why don't you get out through it ? " " Because I can't ; " and the lobster twiddled his horns more ...
第 22 頁
... round her , and slap- ping his knees as he laughed . " Oh , what a queer thing you look ! Look at yourself in the glass ! " Maggie felt an unexpected pang . She had thought be- forehand chiefly of her own deliverance from her teasing 25 ...
... round her , and slap- ping his knees as he laughed . " Oh , what a queer thing you look ! Look at yourself in the glass ! " Maggie felt an unexpected pang . She had thought be- forehand chiefly of her own deliverance from her teasing 25 ...
第 27 頁
... round her . " Never mind . You were in the right to cut it off if it plagued you ; stop crying ; father will take your part . " Delicious words of tenderness ! Maggie never forgot any of these moments when her father " took her part ...
... round her . " Never mind . You were in the right to cut it off if it plagued you ; stop crying ; father will take your part . " Delicious words of tenderness ! Maggie never forgot any of these moments when her father " took her part ...
第 38 頁
... round him as he sings , White as the down of angels ' wings . I watch the slow flakes as they fall On bank and brier and broken wall ; Over the orchard , waste and brown , All noiselessly they settle down , Tipping the apple boughs and ...
... round him as he sings , White as the down of angels ' wings . I watch the slow flakes as they fall On bank and brier and broken wall ; Over the orchard , waste and brown , All noiselessly they settle down , Tipping the apple boughs and ...
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arms beautiful began birds bishop Boabdil boat Boffin Brutus called Cassius Charles cloud cold comet cried Cyrano dark dear door EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England English Excalibur eyes famous father fell fire Galeotti hand hast head heard heart heaven hill horse hour John king King Arthur land laugh light lived look Lord Louis Madame Magloire Maggie meerschaum morning mother mountain never night Odysseus passed Peony play poem poet prefect RALPH WALDO EMERSON ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ROBERT STAWELL BALL rock round sail seemed SELMA LAGERLÖF ship shoal shore silent Sir Bedivere Sir Oliver snow soldier stood story sweet tell thee things thou thought took tree turned Violet and Peony Viscount voice watch waves Wegg wild WILLIAM WINWOOD READE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood word
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第 370 頁 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
第 468 頁 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
第 457 頁 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
第 477 頁 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
第 367 頁 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
第 281 頁 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
第 240 頁 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
第 369 頁 - By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
第 420 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
第 469 頁 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...