Selections for Reading and Speaking, for the Higher Classes in Common SchoolsJ.P. Jewett & Company, 1850 - 312 стор. |
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... took a wooden stool , and quietly seated myself by the fire . The next object that attracted my attention was a finely - formed young Indian , resting his head between his hands , with his elbows on his knees . A long bow rested against ...
... took a wooden stool , and quietly seated myself by the fire . The next object that attracted my attention was a finely - formed young Indian , resting his head between his hands , with his elbows on his knees . A long bow rested against ...
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... took off the gold chain which secured it round my neck , and handed it to her . 6. She was all in ecstacy , spoke of ... took up my gun and walked out of the cabin . I slipped a ball in each barrel , scraped the edges of my flints ...
... took off the gold chain which secured it round my neck , and handed it to her . 6. She was all in ecstacy , spoke of ... took up my gun and walked out of the cabin . I slipped a ball in each barrel , scraped the edges of my flints ...
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... took them to a corner , where a conversation took place , the purport of which required little shrewdness in me to guess . I tapped my dog gently . He moved his tail , and with inde- scribable pleasure I saw his fine eyes alternately ...
... took them to a corner , where a conversation took place , the purport of which required little shrewdness in me to guess . I tapped my dog gently . He moved his tail , and with inde- scribable pleasure I saw his fine eyes alternately ...
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... took root in the soil of this New World . 3. The venerated tree , thus forever connected with the memory of the father of our country , has a fitting and beau- tiful locality . Its foliage almost sweeps the walls of the most ancient ...
... took root in the soil of this New World . 3. The venerated tree , thus forever connected with the memory of the father of our country , has a fitting and beau- tiful locality . Its foliage almost sweeps the walls of the most ancient ...
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... took a bird's - eye inventory of his load , calcu- lating his probable profits if he had good luck , lunched off his mince - pies and cheese , and was just preparing to mount and drive on to market , when his horse took a sudden fright ...
... took a bird's - eye inventory of his load , calcu- lating his probable profits if he had good luck , lunched off his mince - pies and cheese , and was just preparing to mount and drive on to market , when his horse took a sudden fright ...
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Сторінка 65 - After God had carried us safe to New England, and we had builded our houses, provided necessaries for our livelihood, reared convenient places for God's worship, and settled the civil government, one of the next things we longed for and looked after was to advance learning and perpetuate it to posterity; dreading to leave an illiterate ministry to the churches, when our present ministers shall lie in the dust.
Сторінка 311 - Sir, before God^ I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it ; and I leave off, as I begun, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the Declaration. It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment ; Independence, now ; and INDEPENDENCE FOREVER.
Сторінка 305 - ... against your Protestant brethren; to lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, with these horrible hell-hounds of savage war! — hell-hounds, I say, of savage war.
Сторінка 123 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Сторінка 117 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Сторінка 118 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Сторінка 117 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro* won And our good Prince Eugene;' 'Why 'twas a very wicked thing !' Said little Wilhelmine; 'Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he, 'It was a famous victory.
Сторінка 187 - Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
Сторінка 309 - If we postpone independence, do we mean to carry on, or give up, the war ? Do we mean to submit to the measures of parliament — Boston port-bill and all ? Do we mean to submit, and consent that we ourselves shall be ground to powder, and our country and its rights trodden down in the dust ? I know we do not mean to submit. We never shall submit.
Сторінка 305 - We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that syren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty ? Are we disposed to be of the number of those.