Choice Literature, Band 5American Book Company, 1912 |
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Sida 46
... seats , each in his tub . Just then we heard the cocks begin to crow , as though to reproach us for desert- ing them . " Why should not the fowls go with us ! " exclaimed I. " If we find no food for them 46 THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON.
... seats , each in his tub . Just then we heard the cocks begin to crow , as though to reproach us for desert- ing them . " Why should not the fowls go with us ! " exclaimed I. " If we find no food for them 46 THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON.
Sida 50
... heard it crash down inside . Oh , do come and see ! " he shouted excitedly . We sprang to his side , and I thrust the handle of my hammer into the hole he spoke of ; it met with no opposi- tion . I could turn it in any direction I chose ...
... heard it crash down inside . Oh , do come and see ! " he shouted excitedly . We sprang to his side , and I thrust the handle of my hammer into the hole he spoke of ; it met with no opposi- tion . I could turn it in any direction I chose ...
Sida 77
... . Amid the storm they sang , And the stars heard , and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free . The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS 77 Hemans.
... . Amid the storm they sang , And the stars heard , and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free . The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS 77 Hemans.
Sida 81
... heard the tramp of a horse , and a male voice singing in rough , though not unmusical tones , an old Castilian campaigning song . Presently they beheld a sturdy , sunburned fellow , clad in the ragged garb of a foot soldier , leading a ...
... heard the tramp of a horse , and a male voice singing in rough , though not unmusical tones , an old Castilian campaigning song . Presently they beheld a sturdy , sunburned fellow , clad in the ragged garb of a foot soldier , leading a ...
Sida 86
... heard something stir within the vault . I lis- tened ; it was the tramp of a horse . By and by a man came forth from a door in the foundation of the tower , close by the water's edge , leading a powerful horse by the bridle . I could ...
... heard something stir within the vault . I lis- tened ; it was the tramp of a horse . By and by a man came forth from a door in the foundation of the tower , close by the water's edge , leading a powerful horse by the bridle . I could ...
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Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Volym 5 Sherman Williams Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1898 |
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Sida 77 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Sida 203 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Sida 79 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Sida 255 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Sida 259 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting, that The sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that There will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Sida 232 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Sida 211 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Sida 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Sida 42 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Sida 101 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!