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... master of it . Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into verse , and , after a time , when I had pretty well forgotten the prose , turned them back again . 6. I also sometimes jumbled my collection of hints into 16 FIFTH ...
... master of it . Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into verse , and , after a time , when I had pretty well forgotten the prose , turned them back again . 6. I also sometimes jumbled my collection of hints into 16 FIFTH ...
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... master , a Barmacide , who , in the most obliging manner , thus addressed him : — " Welcome to my house . What dost thou wish , my friend ? " Shacabac " I am in great want . I suffer from hunger , and have nothing to eat . " 3. The ...
... master , a Barmacide , who , in the most obliging manner , thus addressed him : — " Welcome to my house . What dost thou wish , my friend ? " Shacabac " I am in great want . I suffer from hunger , and have nothing to eat . " 3. The ...
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... master , never in my life have I seen bread more beautifully white than this , or of a sweeter taste . Where didst thou pro- cure it ? " I.R.V. Barm . " This was made by a slave of THE BARMACIDE FEAST . 33 Destruction of Sennacherib,
... master , never in my life have I seen bread more beautifully white than this , or of a sweeter taste . Where didst thou pro- cure it ? " I.R.V. Barm . " This was made by a slave of THE BARMACIDE FEAST . 33 Destruction of Sennacherib,
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... master ! verily this dish hath not its equal in sweetness of flavour . " Barm . " Do justice to it , I pray , and eat more of it . The goose , too , is very fat . Try only a leg and a wing . Ho there , boy ! bring us a fresh supply ...
... master ! verily this dish hath not its equal in sweetness of flavour . " Barm . " Do justice to it , I pray , and eat more of it . The goose , too , is very fat . Try only a leg and a wing . Ho there , boy ! bring us a fresh supply ...
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... master ! thou hast fed me with thy provisions , and regaled me with old wine ; and I have become intoxicated , and committed an outrage upon thee . But thou art of too exalted dignity to be angry with me for my ignorance . " 14. He had ...
... master ! thou hast fed me with thy provisions , and regaled me with old wine ; and I have become intoxicated , and committed an outrage upon thee . But thou art of too exalted dignity to be angry with me for my ignorance . " 14. He had ...
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Common terms and phrases
Adjectives are formed Barm Barmacide battle began Ben Wyvis Bo-bo born brave called Captain Phipps castle Charles Dickens cloth clouds crew cried cuirassiers death deck enemy England English Erckmann-Chatrian exact meaning EXERCISES.-1 father Fcap fire fish formed by adding formed from nouns Franklin Give the exact Gout green hand happy Hardy Haroun Al-Raschid head heard heaven Ho-ti holly-tree honour horse king land Learn to labour leaves lesson live look master morning Moses never night Nouns are formed o'er Parse Parse and analyse-The perioeci pleasure poems poet poor pron QUESTIONS River Teith round sailors sails Sally Brown Saracen sentences to show Shac Shacabac ship silver soon SUMMARY.-The thee things thou tion treasure verbs vessel Warwick Castle wife wild wind Winkle words young youth
Popular passages
Page 231 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 228 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered...
Page 94 - ... would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Page 190 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Page 16 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent, and wished, if possible, to imitate it.
Page 189 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 62 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 145 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 228 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Page 113 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; for want of a horse the rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.