The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... • Fridtjof Nansen Robert Louis Stevenson Robin Hood and Allin a Dale Laying the Corner - stone of the Bunker Hill Monument Daniel Webster · The Memory of the Heart Daniel Webster • • What Makes a Nation The Morning Drum - Call The vii.
... • Fridtjof Nansen Robert Louis Stevenson Robin Hood and Allin a Dale Laying the Corner - stone of the Bunker Hill Monument Daniel Webster · The Memory of the Heart Daniel Webster • • What Makes a Nation The Morning Drum - Call The vii.
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... Hill Monument . From The Bunker Hill Oration · • The Memory of the Heart The Weather Spirit • xii.
... Hill Monument . From The Bunker Hill Oration · • The Memory of the Heart The Weather Spirit • xii.
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... Hill ; my heart beat quick as I looked at the towering marble of my country's Capitol and the mist gathered in my eyes as I thought of its tremendous significance , and the armies and the treasury , and the judges and the President ...
... Hill ; my heart beat quick as I looked at the towering marble of my country's Capitol and the mist gathered in my eyes as I thought of its tremendous significance , and the armies and the treasury , and the judges and the President ...
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... hills around us were glowing with the crimson foliage of those little bushes which God created to make burned lands look beautiful . The trail ended in a precipitous gully , down which we scrambled with high 59 Henry van Dyke.
... hills around us were glowing with the crimson foliage of those little bushes which God created to make burned lands look beautiful . The trail ended in a precipitous gully , down which we scrambled with high 59 Henry van Dyke.
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... hill , through the underbrush , around the cliff . Again and again the fish ran out my line almost to the last turn . A dozen times he leaped from the water , shaking his silvery sides . Twice he tried to cut the leader across a sunken ...
... hill , through the underbrush , around the cliff . Again and again the fish ran out my line almost to the last turn . A dozen times he leaped from the water , shaking his silvery sides . Twice he tried to cut the leader across a sunken ...
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arms asked bells birds Buck Bunker Hill Monument called captain Cassius Christmas cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote Emerson English Enid eyes feet fish frigate Genappe Geraint girl Griffith Habersham hand head heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks keep King Lady land laugh live look madam Malaprop mind morning never night pilot red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled round Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza sequoia ship shoals shouted side silent Sir Peter Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind Windsor uniform yards young
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Сторінка 161 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Сторінка 106 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Сторінка 103 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Сторінка 218 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Сторінка 108 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Сторінка 193 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Сторінка 145 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Сторінка 193 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Сторінка 192 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Сторінка 160 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...