Standard Catholic Readers: First-[fifth] reader, كتاب 5American Book Company, 1909 |
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الصفحة 5
... Wave Bishop Spalding , from Georg Herwegh 65 He is Waiting Mary E. Mannix Father Junipero's Missions " Come to Me " • Helen Hunt Jackson Henry Coyle 66 67 71 The Last Days of Father Junipero Helen Hunt Jackson The Loreley Old Trees ...
... Wave Bishop Spalding , from Georg Herwegh 65 He is Waiting Mary E. Mannix Father Junipero's Missions " Come to Me " • Helen Hunt Jackson Henry Coyle 66 67 71 The Last Days of Father Junipero Helen Hunt Jackson The Loreley Old Trees ...
الصفحة 32
... waves , is filled with thatched houses , rural cottages , and little villages , half concealed within the grapevines that surround them . Each of these villages has its " marine , " for so they call the harbor with its fleet of boats ...
... waves , is filled with thatched houses , rural cottages , and little villages , half concealed within the grapevines that surround them . Each of these villages has its " marine , " for so they call the harbor with its fleet of boats ...
الصفحة 33
... waves on the surface of the sea , like the last faint glimmerings of the moon . The undulation follows the movement of the billows and prolongs the glare from wave to wave , reflected from one to the other . - A. DE LAMARTINE . Man ...
... waves on the surface of the sea , like the last faint glimmerings of the moon . The undulation follows the movement of the billows and prolongs the glare from wave to wave , reflected from one to the other . - A. DE LAMARTINE . Man ...
الصفحة 65
... WAVE To a Dewdrop bright a Wave made speech : " Come follow me upon my way ; I'll bear thee on until we reach The ocean , where the billows play . " The Dewdrop answered , whispering low : " No ! better to be here alone Than rolling on ...
... WAVE To a Dewdrop bright a Wave made speech : " Come follow me upon my way ; I'll bear thee on until we reach The ocean , where the billows play . " The Dewdrop answered , whispering low : " No ! better to be here alone Than rolling on ...
الصفحة 79
... wave along . The boatman drifting in a dream Glides on , and thrills with wildest pain ; The rocks he sees not in the stream , Enchanted by that plaintive strain . The wave I ween will swallow soon The boatman in FIFTH READER 79 The ...
... wave along . The boatman drifting in a dream Glides on , and thrills with wildest pain ; The rocks he sees not in the stream , Enchanted by that plaintive strain . The wave I ween will swallow soon The boatman in FIFTH READER 79 The ...
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Angels arms Babe battle beautiful birds blessed born breast bright brother BROTHER AZARIAS CARDINAL CATH Catholic Church clouds CONDÉ BENOIST PALLEN COVENTRY PATMORE cried Cuchulain dark dead dear died door earth eyes face Father Damien feet Ferdia FIFTH READER Firbolg fire flowers gazed hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Holy honor hour JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN Jesus Katharine Tynan King Lady Prevost Lars Porsena laugh leper light living look Lord Mary master Meave Molokai monks morning mother mountain never night o'er passed poor prayer Queen Meave republic of Venice Rosa Bonheur rose round saint Scrooge side Signor singing Sir Launfal smile song soul spirit stood sweet sword thee things thou thought toil trees turned village voice walls waves wind window wings WOLSEY wonder wound
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الصفحة 366 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
الصفحة 346 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
الصفحة 237 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
الصفحة 261 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house ? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
الصفحة 367 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
الصفحة 352 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
الصفحة 349 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
الصفحة 347 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
الصفحة 349 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood : at his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise. And his last faltering accents whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place...
الصفحة 314 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.