The New Century First [-- ] Reader, Книга 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1899 |
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... father ! I see a gleaming light ; O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never A frozen corpse was he . word , Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
... father ! I see a gleaming light ; O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never A frozen corpse was he . word , Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
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... Father Felician Entered , with serious mien , and ascended the steps . of the altar . Raising his reverend hand , with a gesture he awed into silence All that clamorous throng ; and thus he spake to his people ; Deep were his tones and ...
... Father Felician Entered , with serious mien , and ascended the steps . of the altar . Raising his reverend hand , with a gesture he awed into silence All that clamorous throng ; and thus he spake to his people ; Deep were his tones and ...
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... Father , forgive them ! " " Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts of his people Sank they , and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate outbreak , And they repeated his prayer , and said , " O Father , forgive them ...
... Father , forgive them ! " " Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts of his people Sank they , and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate outbreak , And they repeated his prayer , and said , " O Father , forgive them ...
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... fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom . In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kir- tles of homespun , And by the evening fire ...
... fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom . In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kir- tles of homespun , And by the evening fire ...
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... Fathers of the Republic - knew that to form a State it is not enough that our judgments , as citizens , be- lieve it to be useful . It is not enough that our arithmetic can compute its value , and find it high ; our hearts must hold it ...
... Fathers of the Republic - knew that to form a State it is not enough that our judgments , as citizens , be- lieve it to be useful . It is not enough that our arithmetic can compute its value , and find it high ; our hearts must hold it ...
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Сторінка 160 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Сторінка 67 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Сторінка 105 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Сторінка 345 - FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, "Arise, ye more than dead!
Сторінка 150 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Сторінка 197 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 189 - The depth saith, It is not in me : and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Сторінка 74 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Сторінка 140 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Сторінка 358 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...