The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 56.
Strana 9
... hear the chemist unfold the marvellous properties that the Creator has locked up in a speck of earth ; to be told that there are worlds so distant from our own , that the quickness of light , travelling from the world's crea- tion , has ...
... hear the chemist unfold the marvellous properties that the Creator has locked up in a speck of earth ; to be told that there are worlds so distant from our own , that the quickness of light , travelling from the world's crea- tion , has ...
Strana 13
... hear- ing of her conservative sisters , the merits of new vesta - lights , or improved lucifer - matches . The silk - worms entertain no proposi- tions regarding the substitution of machinery for bodily labour . The spiders never divide ...
... hear- ing of her conservative sisters , the merits of new vesta - lights , or improved lucifer - matches . The silk - worms entertain no proposi- tions regarding the substitution of machinery for bodily labour . The spiders never divide ...
Strana 30
... hear no angels singing , - See no brightness through the cloud . J. D. BURNS . ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom , The Sun himself must die , Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep , That gave ...
... hear no angels singing , - See no brightness through the cloud . J. D. BURNS . ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom , The Sun himself must die , Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep , That gave ...
Strana 38
... hear their words , their smiles behold- They're round us , as they were of old : We are all here . We are all here ! Father , mother , Sister , brother , You that I love with love so dear . This may not long of us be said ; Soon must we ...
... hear their words , their smiles behold- They're round us , as they were of old : We are all here . We are all here ! Father , mother , Sister , brother , You that I love with love so dear . This may not long of us be said ; Soon must we ...
Strana 47
... hear her chant her vesper - hymn , I mark The dog is moaning piteously ; and , as it her holy smile- gurgles o'er , Even now I see her bursting forth , upon Laps the warm blood that trickling runs her bridal morn , unheeded to the floor ...
... hear her chant her vesper - hymn , I mark The dog is moaning piteously ; and , as it her holy smile- gurgles o'er , Even now I see her bursting forth , upon Laps the warm blood that trickling runs her bridal morn , unheeded to the floor ...
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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.