Open Sesame!: Arranged for boys and girls from ten to fourteen years oldBlanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn & Company, 1890 |
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... wave of retreat checked its course there , because The sight of the master compelled it to pause . With foam and with dust the black charger was gray , By the flash of his eye and his nostril's play He seemed to the whole great army to ...
... wave of retreat checked its course there , because The sight of the master compelled it to pause . With foam and with dust the black charger was gray , By the flash of his eye and his nostril's play He seemed to the whole great army to ...
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... waves , away upon the rivers of the North and East , where liberty is divided from monarchy , and be wafted in gentle breezes upon the Rio Grande . It shall rustle in the harvest , and wave in the standing corn on the extended prairies ...
... waves , away upon the rivers of the North and East , where liberty is divided from monarchy , and be wafted in gentle breezes upon the Rio Grande . It shall rustle in the harvest , and wave in the standing corn on the extended prairies ...
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... waves were white below , No more shall feel the victor's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea . Oh , better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ! Her thunders ...
... waves were white below , No more shall feel the victor's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea . Oh , better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave ! Her thunders ...
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... the same that the young lion owes to the dam , which has brought it forth on the solitude of the mountain , or left it amid the winds and storms of the desert . We plunged into the wave , with the great charter LOYALTY AND HEROISM . 37.
... the same that the young lion owes to the dam , which has brought it forth on the solitude of the mountain , or left it amid the winds and storms of the desert . We plunged into the wave , with the great charter LOYALTY AND HEROISM . 37.
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Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin. We plunged into the wave , with the great charter of freedom in our teeth , because the fagot and torch were behind us . We have waked this new world from its savage lethargy ; forests have ...
Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin. We plunged into the wave , with the great charter of freedom in our teeth , because the fagot and torch were behind us . We have waked this new world from its savage lethargy ; forests have ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON arms banner battle BATTLE OF IVRY bells Bingen bishop bishop of Hereford blessed blood blow bold Robin Hood Bonnie Dundee brave breast breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheer cried crown dark dead dear death earth Eldormen and Thanes England EXTRACTS eyes face fall fame fathers fight fire forever friends gallant galloped glory hand haste hath hear heard heart Heaven hills honor horse Hurrah Inchcape Rock King land Lars Porsena liberty light lips Little John live Lochinvar looked Lord morn never night noble Norman o'er once proud Rhine roar Robin Hood rolling Rome rose round Samian wine shore shout sing slaves sleep smile soldier song soul sound spake stand steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY thou turned voice wave WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
Pasajes populares
Página 260 - VIRTUE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in the grave, And thou must die.
Página 146 - furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave' And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet, The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath
Página 271 - pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all That ends this
Página 254 - O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At "the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE
Página 224 - hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that! What tho' on homely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
Página 326 - JENNY KISSED ME. LEIGH HUNT. JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me!
Página 222 - THE WAY TO HEAVEN. JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. HEAVEN is not gained at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. I count this thing to be grandly true, That a noble deed is a step towards
Página 193 - OUR ACTS OUR ANGELS ARE. JOHN FLETCHER. MAN is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. THE
Página 64 - corpse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. 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 nor in shroud we
Página 187 - the trumpets unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!