The Lee Readers: First-[fifth] book, Book 5American Book Company, 1902 |
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Page 63
... wonder and delight , that it was by the noble courage and wisdom of his wife that Antonio's life was saved . And Portia again welcomed Antonio , and gave him letters which by some chance had fallen into her hands , which contained an ...
... wonder and delight , that it was by the noble courage and wisdom of his wife that Antonio's life was saved . And Portia again welcomed Antonio , and gave him letters which by some chance had fallen into her hands , which contained an ...
Page 74
... wonder to spend a silver threepence - I was very glad that we were going early , that dear Miss Matty might have leisure for the delights of perplexity . If a happy sea - green could be met with , the gown was to be sea - green ; if not ...
... wonder to spend a silver threepence - I was very glad that we were going early , that dear Miss Matty might have leisure for the delights of perplexity . If a happy sea - green could be met with , the gown was to be sea - green ; if not ...
Page 77
... wonder , that had only just sprung up , how far it was wise or right in me to allow Miss Matty to make this expensive purchase if the affairs of the bank were really so bad as the refusal of the note implied . But Miss Matty put on the ...
... wonder , that had only just sprung up , how far it was wise or right in me to allow Miss Matty to make this expensive purchase if the affairs of the bank were really so bad as the refusal of the note implied . But Miss Matty put on the ...
Page 105
... wonder met their eyes . An eagle appeared high in the air , seeming to descend from heaven . He bore in his beak a burning brand , and lighting on the summit of the tower fanned the fire with his wings . In a little while the edifice ...
... wonder met their eyes . An eagle appeared high in the air , seeming to descend from heaven . He bore in his beak a burning brand , and lighting on the summit of the tower fanned the fire with his wings . In a little while the edifice ...
Page 146
... wonder dis- charged from her countenance , sat on the gravel , staring at me , until I began to cry , when she got up in a great hurry , collared me , and took me into the parlor . Her first proceeding there was to unlock a tall press ...
... wonder dis- charged from her countenance , sat on the gravel , staring at me , until I began to cry , when she got up in a great hurry , collared me , and took me into the parlor . Her first proceeding there was to unlock a tall press ...
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Antonio Arth aunt Bassanio battle beautiful began boat born brave brother called canoe Charles Dickens cried dark David Copperfield dead dear death Dick Dickens dream earth EDGAR ALLAN POE England English eyes father fell fish France gave give glory gold Goldsmith gray Greek Gulf Stream hand hast head heart heaven hill honor hope Hubert Indian king knew Lady Clare land Lanier Lear LEE FIFTH RDR lived looked Lord Maelström Marmion Marshes of Glynn mercy Miss Matty morning never night noble o'er Opechancanough Paspaheghs poems poet Portia Prescott Prince John ring round sail scene scout Shakespeare Shylock Sidney Lanier smile stood story tell thee things thou thought tree Trotwood turned Vicar of Wakefield voice White Ship wife WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT William Shakespeare wind wonder wood word young
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Page 193 - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door ; "Tis some visitor," I muttered, ' ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 379 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 207 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Page 195 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
Page 218 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 96 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Page 120 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Page 198 - Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 166 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?
Page 367 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.