The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 41.
Strana 25
... called to mind how he had seen her sitting on that very spot , and how her book had fallen on her lap , and she was gazing with a pensive face upon the sky . Another told how he had wondered much that one so delicate as she should be so ...
... called to mind how he had seen her sitting on that very spot , and how her book had fallen on her lap , and she was gazing with a pensive face upon the sky . Another told how he had wondered much that one so delicate as she should be so ...
Strana 27
... called into being . Those material atoms which are to - day interposed between us and destruction , are recent from chaos , -they were but yesterday formless dust of the earth , corroded and pulverized rocks , or fleet- ing and viewless ...
... called into being . Those material atoms which are to - day interposed between us and destruction , are recent from chaos , -they were but yesterday formless dust of the earth , corroded and pulverized rocks , or fleet- ing and viewless ...
Strana 42
... called forth in the cause of his country , at the battle of Cape St. Vincent , -after which " Nelson's patent bridge for boarding first - rates " ( he having boarded one enemy's first - rate from the deck of another ) became a boasting ...
... called forth in the cause of his country , at the battle of Cape St. Vincent , -after which " Nelson's patent bridge for boarding first - rates " ( he having boarded one enemy's first - rate from the deck of another ) became a boasting ...
Strana 63
... called the boy , From his great father , the defence of Troy . Silent the warrior smiled , and pleased re- signed To tender passions all his mighty mind : His beauteous princess cast a mournful look , train . Thrice our bold foes the ...
... called the boy , From his great father , the defence of Troy . Silent the warrior smiled , and pleased re- signed To tender passions all his mighty mind : His beauteous princess cast a mournful look , train . Thrice our bold foes the ...
Strana 65
... called me forth to walk With gentle voice ; I thought it thine : it said , ' Why sleep'st thou , Eve ? now is the plea- sant time , The cool , the silent , save where silence yields To the night - warbling bird , that now awake | thus ...
... called me forth to walk With gentle voice ; I thought it thine : it said , ' Why sleep'st thou , Eve ? now is the plea- sant time , The cool , the silent , save where silence yields To the night - warbling bird , that now awake | thus ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
Populárne pasáže
Strana 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Strana 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Strana 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Strana 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Strana 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Strana 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Strana 47 - 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.
Strana 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Strana 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.