The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 33.
Strana 25
... enter the church alone at night , but had loved to linger there when all was quiet , and even to climb the tower - stair , with no more light than that of the moon rays stealing through the loop - holes in the thick old walls . A ...
... enter the church alone at night , but had loved to linger there when all was quiet , and even to climb the tower - stair , with no more light than that of the moon rays stealing through the loop - holes in the thick old walls . A ...
Strana 55
... enter upon the wings of light , and demand audience of the soul . And from its mysterious abiding - place the soul comes forth , and in twilight they commune together . No one but HE who made them can gaze upon the unveiled majesty of ...
... enter upon the wings of light , and demand audience of the soul . And from its mysterious abiding - place the soul comes forth , and in twilight they commune together . No one but HE who made them can gaze upon the unveiled majesty of ...
Strana 68
... enter in , And taste the Master's store ! " One or the other always crying- In the voice of the summer hours , In the thunder of the winter storm , NATURE . Or the song of the fresh spring flowers . 66 " Enter , " they cry , to a kingly ...
... enter in , And taste the Master's store ! " One or the other always crying- In the voice of the summer hours , In the thunder of the winter storm , NATURE . Or the song of the fresh spring flowers . 66 " Enter , " they cry , to a kingly ...
Strana 105
... enter not in , - Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin : From the land of promise ye fade and die , Ere its verdure gleams forth on your weary eye ; - As the kings of the cloud - crowned pyramid , Their noteless bones in ...
... enter not in , - Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin : From the land of promise ye fade and die , Ere its verdure gleams forth on your weary eye ; - As the kings of the cloud - crowned pyramid , Their noteless bones in ...
Strana 123
... Enter HUBERT , and two Attendants . Hub . Heat me these irons hot ; and , look thou stand Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground , rush forth , And bind the boy , which you shall find with me , Fast to the ...
... Enter HUBERT , and two Attendants . Hub . Heat me these irons hot ; and , look thou stand Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground , rush forth , And bind the boy , which you shall find with me , Fast to the ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
ancient animals arms Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul bird blood Boabdil brave breast breath brow Bruges Brutus Cæsar Carthage Carthaginians clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert earth enemy Enniskilleners face fear feet fire frigate gaze glory hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour human Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living Loch Katrine look Lord Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never Nevermore night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces passed Pilgrim's Progress plain Prince Rephaim rock Rome round Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side sight silent sleep smile soldier soul spirit stars stood sweet sword tears thee thou hast thought thousand tomb trees valleys voice walls wave weary wild wind wonderful word
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.