The First-[sixth] Reader of the Popular Series, 5. köideJ.B. Lippincott, 1881 |
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... leaving wide margins , so that the contri- butions of a term , or of a year , may be conveniently bound together , and preserved in the museum . 9. What an amount and variety of selections will thus be gathered here , in the course of a ...
... leaving wide margins , so that the contri- butions of a term , or of a year , may be conveniently bound together , and preserved in the museum . 9. What an amount and variety of selections will thus be gathered here , in the course of a ...
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... leaves fly On every breath that sweeps the sky , The fresh dark acres furrowed lie , And ask the sower's hand . 2. Now strew , with free and joyous sweep , The seed upon the expecting soil ; For hence the plenteous year shall heap The ...
... leaves fly On every breath that sweeps the sky , The fresh dark acres furrowed lie , And ask the sower's hand . 2. Now strew , with free and joyous sweep , The seed upon the expecting soil ; For hence the plenteous year shall heap The ...
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... leave it to the kindly care Of the still earth and brooding air , As when the mother , from her breast , Lays the hushed babe apart to rest , And shades its eyes , and waits to see How sweet its waking smile will be . 4. The tempest now ...
... leave it to the kindly care Of the still earth and brooding air , As when the mother , from her breast , Lays the hushed babe apart to rest , And shades its eyes , and waits to see How sweet its waking smile will be . 4. The tempest now ...
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... leaves of beech - trees change to a rich orange or yellow , we may say that they are of a golden yellow , because their color resembles that of gold By a little further stretch of the imagination we may fancy , as the poet does in the ...
... leaves of beech - trees change to a rich orange or yellow , we may say that they are of a golden yellow , because their color resembles that of gold By a little further stretch of the imagination we may fancy , as the poet does in the ...
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... leave , I fain would know Your father's trade . " 7. " My father's trade ! By heaven , that's too bad ! My father's trade ? Why , blockhead , are you mad ? My father , sir , did never stoop so low- He was a gentleman , I'd have you know ...
... leave , I fain would know Your father's trade . " 7. " My father's trade ! By heaven , that's too bad ! My father's trade ? Why , blockhead , are you mad ? My father , sir , did never stoop so low- He was a gentleman , I'd have you know ...
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Page 434 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 90 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Page 328 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 41 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 337 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Page 73 - Midst thy vast works admire, obey, adore; And when the tongue is eloquent no more, The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude...
Page 350 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Page 78 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.
Page 40 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Page 337 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.