The Hawthorne Readers, Книга 5Globe School Book Company, 1904 |
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... eyes , and mine also , fell upon the scrap of parchment , which I then supposed to be paper . It was lying half - buried in the sand , a corner sticking up . Near the spot where we found it , I observed the remnant of the hull of what ...
... eyes , and mine also , fell upon the scrap of parchment , which I then supposed to be paper . It was lying half - buried in the sand , a corner sticking up . Near the spot where we found it , I observed the remnant of the hull of what ...
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... eye . Quoth he , " The she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay ; But will ye dare to follow If Astur clears the way ? " Then whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height , He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all ...
... eye . Quoth he , " The she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay ; But will ye dare to follow If Astur clears the way ? " Then whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height , He rushed against Horatius , And smote with all ...
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... headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank : HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE And when above the surges They.
... headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank : HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE And when above the surges They.
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... eye on old Brooke . " Now ! " Crab places the ball at the word , old Brooke kicks , and it rises slowly and truly as the school rush forward . - Then a moment's pause , while both sides look up at the spinning ball . There it flies ...
... eye on old Brooke . " Now ! " Crab places the ball at the word , old Brooke kicks , and it rises slowly and truly as the school rush forward . - Then a moment's pause , while both sides look up at the spinning ball . There it flies ...
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... eye is everywhere . And if these miss the ball and it rolls dangerously in front of our goal , Crab Jones and his men have seized it and sent it away toward the sides with the unerring drop- kick . This is worth living for ; the whole ...
... eye is everywhere . And if these miss the ball and it rolls dangerously in front of our goal , Crab Jones and his men have seized it and sent it away toward the sides with the unerring drop- kick . This is worth living for ; the whole ...
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Сторінка 281 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 138 - 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.
Сторінка 185 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Сторінка 282 - With his martial cloak around him. 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.
Сторінка 396 - 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...
Сторінка 490 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Сторінка 259 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Сторінка 98 - And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.
Сторінка 494 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 434 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.