Letture inglesi: coordinate al programma governativo dei licei e corredate di note dichiarative del testo ...F. Vallardi, 1925 |
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... face , springing up from the S. S. E. This cheered my heart a little , and especially when , in about half an hour more , it blew a pretty small gentle gale . When I was on shore I fell on my knees , and gave God thanks for my ...
... face , springing up from the S. S. E. This cheered my heart a little , and especially when , in about half an hour more , it blew a pretty small gentle gale . When I was on shore I fell on my knees , and gave God thanks for my ...
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... face , and cry , « Poor Robin Crusoe ! Where are you ? Where have you been ? How come you here ? » and such things as I had taught him . However , even though I knew it was the parrot , and that indeed it could be nobody else , it was a ...
... face , and cry , « Poor Robin Crusoe ! Where are you ? Where have you been ? How come you here ? » and such things as I had taught him . However , even though I knew it was the parrot , and that indeed it could be nobody else , it was a ...
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... il pendaglio che serve a sostenere la spada . ( 4 ) Belt significa budriere , ma designando qui la sciarpa che i mi- litari portano ad armacollo , meglio traducesi con ciarpa . my gun ( 1 ) . As for my face 12 PARTE I LETTURE INGLESI.
... il pendaglio che serve a sostenere la spada . ( 4 ) Belt significa budriere , ma designando qui la sciarpa che i mi- litari portano ad armacollo , meglio traducesi con ciarpa . my gun ( 1 ) . As for my face 12 PARTE I LETTURE INGLESI.
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... face , the colour of it was not really so Mulatto - like as one might expect from a man not at all careful of it , and living within nineteen degrees of the equi- nox . My beard I had once suffered to grow till it was about a quarter of ...
... face , the colour of it was not really so Mulatto - like as one might expect from a man not at all careful of it , and living within nineteen degrees of the equi- nox . My beard I had once suffered to grow till it was about a quarter of ...
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... face from the horrid spectacle ; my stomach grew sick ( 4 ) , and I was just at the point of ( 1 ) L ' A. tocca qui una gravissima questione etica , quella cioè della irresponsabilità dell ' uomo nato ed elevato in ambienti privi di ...
... face from the horrid spectacle ; my stomach grew sick ( 4 ) , and I was just at the point of ( 1 ) L ' A. tocca qui una gravissima questione etica , quella cioè della irresponsabilità dell ' uomo nato ed elevato in ambienti privi di ...
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Page 384 - Stern lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 380 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 446 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 382 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! O duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 435 - 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.
Page 322 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share.
Page 324 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 110 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 357 - The same whom in my schoolboy days 1 listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love — Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 442 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.