New National Third ReaderA.S. Barnes, 1884 - 240 pages |
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Page 66
... reached the age when it was proper that he should choose a business for life . His father and mother were in considerable perplexity about him . According to the ideas of the Friends , it is not right for people to spend their lives in ...
... reached the age when it was proper that he should choose a business for life . His father and mother were in considerable perplexity about him . According to the ideas of the Friends , it is not right for people to spend their lives in ...
Page 87
... reached the jungle . N We were shortly upon his track , and , after run- ning about a quarter of a mile , found him dead in a dry water - course . His tusks , like those of the generality of Abyssinian elephants , were exceed- ingly ...
... reached the jungle . N We were shortly upon his track , and , after run- ning about a quarter of a mile , found him dead in a dry water - course . His tusks , like those of the generality of Abyssinian elephants , were exceed- ingly ...
Page 88
... reaching the jungle by the river side , we again heard the trumpeting of an elephant , and about a quarter of a mile distant we observed a herd of twelve of these animals , shoulder - deep in the river . They were in the act of crossing ...
... reaching the jungle by the river side , we again heard the trumpeting of an elephant , and about a quarter of a mile distant we observed a herd of twelve of these animals , shoulder - deep in the river . They were in the act of crossing ...
Page 93
... reaching a vast lake , which he named the Albert ' Nyanʼza . For this exploit , Baker was knighted by the Queen of England . The principal literary works of Baker are : " Eight Years ' Wanderings in Ceylon , " " The Albert ' Nyanza ...
... reaching a vast lake , which he named the Albert ' Nyanʼza . For this exploit , Baker was knighted by the Queen of England . The principal literary works of Baker are : " Eight Years ' Wanderings in Ceylon , " " The Albert ' Nyanza ...
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... reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies , And we mount to the summit round by round . I count this thing to be grandly true : That a noble deed is a step toward God ...
... reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies , And we mount to the summit round by round . I count this thing to be grandly true : That a noble deed is a step toward God ...
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Page 400 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Page 434 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 431 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 418 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 451 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted— tell me truly, I implore: Is there— is there balm in Gilead?— tell me— tell me, I implore!
Page 399 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 432 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 374 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him, — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away.
Page 449 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 449 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...