The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 100.
Strana v
... Death of Little Nell , ... ... The Prince and the Widow , The Last Day , ... ... Creation a Continuous Work , Death of an Infant , The Last Man , ... ... ... The Abbot and Fool , The Mother's Sacrifice , The Common Lot , ... Bunyan's ...
... Death of Little Nell , ... ... The Prince and the Widow , The Last Day , ... ... Creation a Continuous Work , Death of an Infant , The Last Man , ... ... ... The Abbot and Fool , The Mother's Sacrifice , The Common Lot , ... Bunyan's ...
Strana vi
... Death of Havelock , Discovery of Sea Route to India , Death of Napoleon at St. Helena , The African Chief , Bring Back the Chain , Fyfe . M'Lellan . The Sahara , Ancient Carthage , Cairo and the Pyramids , Thebes , ... Address to a ...
... Death of Havelock , Discovery of Sea Route to India , Death of Napoleon at St. Helena , The African Chief , Bring Back the Chain , Fyfe . M'Lellan . The Sahara , Ancient Carthage , Cairo and the Pyramids , Thebes , ... Address to a ...
Strana viii
... Death of Sir John Moore , Burial of Sir John Moore , ... Battle of Trafalgar and Death of Nelson , Napoleon Bonaparte , Hohenlinden , ... ... ... The Field of Waterloo , Funeral of the Duke of Wellington , Bingen on the Rhine , ... The ...
... Death of Sir John Moore , Burial of Sir John Moore , ... Battle of Trafalgar and Death of Nelson , Napoleon Bonaparte , Hohenlinden , ... ... ... The Field of Waterloo , Funeral of the Duke of Wellington , Bingen on the Rhine , ... The ...
Strana 18
... death the enemies of the Amazons . The nightingale , though he is a poet , builds and furnishes his nest without any help from the raven , who despises the fine arts ; and the lark does not excuse herself from her household duties ...
... death the enemies of the Amazons . The nightingale , though he is a poet , builds and furnishes his nest without any help from the raven , who despises the fine arts ; and the lark does not excuse herself from her household duties ...
Strana 19
... death , There surely is some blessed clime , Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upward and expire . There is a world above , Where parting is unknown ; A long eternity of love , Formed ...
... death , There surely is some blessed clime , Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upward and expire . There is a world above , Where parting is unknown ; A long eternity of love , Formed ...
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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.