Moderna språk, Volumes 12-13

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Modern Language Teachers' Association of Sweden, 1918
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Page 179 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 178 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 19 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 112 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 179 - Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of Freedom and Union, wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law; And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below in Frederick town ! John Greenleaf Whittier.
Page 151 - Ich sag es dir: ein Kerl, der spekuliert, Ist wie ein Tier, auf dürrer Heide Von einem bösen Geist im Kreis herum geführt, Und rings umher liegt schöne grüne Weide.
Page 179 - A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on I
Page 7 - Veilchen, war ich nur Die schönste Blume der Natur, Ach, nur ein kleines Weilchen, Bis mich das Liebchen abgepflückt Und an dem Busen matt gedrückt ! Ach nur, ach nur Ein Viertelstündchen lang! Ach! aber ach! das Mädchen kam Und nicht in acht das Veilchen nahm, Ertrat das arme Veilchen. Es sank und starb und freut' sich noch : Und sterb ich denn, so sterb ich doch Durch sie, durch sie, Zu ihren Füßen doch.
Page 178 - Bravest of all in Frederick town She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Page 112 - Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...

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