The Progressive English reading books, Zväzok 4 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 54.
Strana 16
... rocks , and forges it into a weapon of war . I might say , indeed , with truth , that his kindled brand makes the ten - fingered savage , without further help , a farmer , a baker , a cook , a carpenter , a smith , a potter , a brick ...
... rocks , and forges it into a weapon of war . I might say , indeed , with truth , that his kindled brand makes the ten - fingered savage , without further help , a farmer , a baker , a cook , a carpenter , a smith , a potter , a brick ...
Strana 26
... rocks complain , And seek the mountain's cleft in vain ; The saints , victorious o'er the tomb , ་ ་ ་ | Shall sing for joy , " The Lord is come ! " HEBER . I HEARD the angels singing , As they went up 26 THE LAST DAY . The Prince and ...
... rocks complain , And seek the mountain's cleft in vain ; The saints , victorious o'er the tomb , ་ ་ ་ | Shall sing for joy , " The Lord is come ! " HEBER . I HEARD the angels singing , As they went up 26 THE LAST DAY . The Prince and ...
Strana 27
... rocks , or fleet- ing and viewless gases of the air . These , through the vast enginery of astronomic systems , whose impulses of movement spring directly from the Almighty's will , have entered a world of organic order , are wrought ...
... rocks , or fleet- ing and viewless gases of the air . These , through the vast enginery of astronomic systems , whose impulses of movement spring directly from the Almighty's will , have entered a world of organic order , are wrought ...
Strana 33
... rocks , extracting the gold , the sil- ver , the copper , and the tin . Labour smelts the iron , and moulds it into a thousand shapes for use and ornament , -from the massive pillar to the tiniest needle , from the ponderous anchor to ...
... rocks , extracting the gold , the sil- ver , the copper , and the tin . Labour smelts the iron , and moulds it into a thousand shapes for use and ornament , -from the massive pillar to the tiniest needle , from the ponderous anchor to ...
Strana 34
... rock , produces transparent glass , which it moulds , and polishes , and combines so wondrously , that sight is ... rocks and filling hollows ; and , while linking together with its iron but loving grasp all nations of the earth ...
... rock , produces transparent glass , which it moulds , and polishes , and combines so wondrously , that sight is ... rocks and filling hollows ; and , while linking together with its iron but loving grasp all nations of the earth ...
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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.