The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
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Strana 19
... passed away , As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night , But hide themselves in heaven's own light . MONTGOMERY . THERE is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims ...
... passed away , As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night , But hide themselves in heaven's own light . MONTGOMERY . THERE is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims ...
Strana 22
... passed like a dream through haunts of misery and care - at the door of the poor schoolmaster on the summer evening , before the furnace fire upon the cold wet night , at the still bedside of the dying boy , there had been the same mild ...
... passed like a dream through haunts of misery and care - at the door of the poor schoolmaster on the summer evening , before the furnace fire upon the cold wet night , at the still bedside of the dying boy , there had been the same mild ...
Strana 24
... passed again , and the old church received her in its quite shade . They carried her to one old nook , where she had many and many a time sat musing , and laid their burden softly on the pavement . The light streamed on it through the ...
... passed again , and the old church received her in its quite shade . They carried her to one old nook , where she had many and many a time sat musing , and laid their burden softly on the pavement . The light streamed on it through the ...
Strana 29
... passing through the lungs every two minutes and a half , or twenty times in an hour . In periods of great exertion the rapidity with which the blood flows is much increased , so that the whole of it sometimes circu- lates in less than a ...
... passing through the lungs every two minutes and a half , or twenty times in an hour . In periods of great exertion the rapidity with which the blood flows is much increased , so that the whole of it sometimes circu- lates in less than a ...
Strana 30
... passed by ; 66 Saying , ' We are twins in death , proud Sun ! Thy face is cold , thy race is run- ' Tis mercy bids thee go ; For thou , ten thousand , thousand years , Hast seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What ...
... passed by ; 66 Saying , ' We are twins in death , proud Sun ! Thy face is cold , thy race is run- ' Tis mercy bids thee go ; For thou , ten thousand , thousand years , Hast seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What ...
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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.