Reading for Training Classes

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C.W. Bardeen, 1906 - 178 pages
 

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Page 58 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 18 - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Page 24 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 27 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 54 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 38 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 21 - You hear that boy laughing? You think he's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all!
Page 174 - Words of one syllable or words of more than one syllable accented on the last, ending in a single consonant preceded by a single vowel, double the final consonant before adding a suffix beginning with a vowel.
Page 37 - SOFTLY woo away her breath, Gentle Death! Let her leave thee with no strife, Tender, mournful, murmuring Life! She hath seen her happy day: — She hath had her bud and blossom: Now she pales and shrinks away, Earth, into thy gentle bosom! She hath done her bidding here, Angels dear! Bear her perfect soul above, Seraph of the skies, — sweet Love! Good she was, and fair in youth, And her mind was seen to soar, And her heart was wed to truth: Take her, then, for evermore, — For ever — evermore.
Page 28 - 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.

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