The Character Building Readers: First reader, part one-[eighth year]Hinds, Noble & Eldredge, 1910 |
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¯geus arms beasts beauty bells beneath blessed blood boat bosom brave captain Captain Nemo Cephisus clouds CONSTANTINE KANARIS crew cried Crommyon dark death earth Eleusis eyes face fair father feet fell fire forest Gessler give glory gold gray hand hast head hear heard heart heaven hero hill honor JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL James Sheridan Knowles Kanaris Kerkuon king king of Athens land leaped lifted light live looked Michael Johnson Minos monster morning mother mountain NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night noble o'er palace passed Periphetes poor prayer Procrustes Ramoth rock rose round rushed sail Sciron seemed shadow ship shout silence Sinis Sir Launfal snow soul spirit stone stood storm sweet Tell thee Theseus thou thought tink trees Trozene Uttoxeter Verner vessel voice watch waves wind wine winter wonder wood word young youth
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Page 204 - What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 200 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand. And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below. The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel...
Page 7 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 108 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust : " Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms which the hand can hold ; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
Page 85 - When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swims, Between dark stems the forest glows, I hear a noise of hymns: Then by some secret shrine I ride; I hear a voice, but none are there; The stalls are void, the doors are wide, The tapers burning fair. Fair gleams the snowy altar-cloth, The silver vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between.
Page 108 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
Page 6 - I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 109 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side: Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through him, I give to Thee!
Page 192 - Covering many a rood of ground, Lay the timber piled around ; Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak, And scattered here and there, with these, The knarred and crooked cedar knees...
Page 203 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate. We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.