The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Книга 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 |
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... plants , are slow to flower and fruit . But from the union of colonist Puritans and Cav- aliers , from the straightening of their purposes and the crossing of their blood , slow perfecting through a cen- tury , came he who stands as the ...
... plants , are slow to flower and fruit . But from the union of colonist Puritans and Cav- aliers , from the straightening of their purposes and the crossing of their blood , slow perfecting through a cen- tury , came he who stands as the ...
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... plant to which I had a particular at- tachment . The ledge in the rock soon came to an end . But be- low me in the pool there was a sunken reef , and on this reef a long log had caught , with one end sticking out of the water , within ...
... plant to which I had a particular at- tachment . The ledge in the rock soon came to an end . But be- low me in the pool there was a sunken reef , and on this reef a long log had caught , with one end sticking out of the water , within ...
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... plants in the fountain below the Terrace . At the Casino , on the hill above the Mall , men and women were eating and drinking , some of them inside the dingy and sprawling building , and some of them out- doors at little tables set in ...
... plants in the fountain below the Terrace . At the Casino , on the hill above the Mall , men and women were eating and drinking , some of them inside the dingy and sprawling building , and some of them out- doors at little tables set in ...
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... plant who plants a tree ? He plants the friend of sun and sky ; He plants the flag of breezes free ; The shaft of beauty , towering high ; He plants a home to heaven anigh For song and mother - croon of bird In hushed 111 Bunner.
... plant who plants a tree ? He plants the friend of sun and sky ; He plants the flag of breezes free ; The shaft of beauty , towering high ; He plants a home to heaven anigh For song and mother - croon of bird In hushed 111 Bunner.
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... plants who plants a tree . What does he plant who plants a tree ? He plants cool shade and tender rain , And seed and bud of days to be , And years that fade and flush again ; He plants the glory of the plain ; He plants the forest's ...
... plants who plants a tree . What does he plant who plants a tree ? He plants cool shade and tender rain , And seed and bud of days to be , And years that fade and flush again ; He plants the glory of the plain ; He plants the forest's ...
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arms began bells birds Brutus Buck BUNKER HILL MONUMENT called captain Cassius Christmas courage cried crowd cuirassiers dark Don Quixote English eyes face feet fish flying frigate Genappe Geraint girl grass Griffith hand head heard heart HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WARD BEECHER HENRY WOODFIN GRADY Hervé Riel hills of Habersham hippo kayaks King Lady land laugh live looked madam Malaprop master mind morning never night phaëtons pilot plants red calico Redruth Robin Hood rolled Rudyard Kipling sail Sancho Sancho Panza ship shouted side Sir Roger snow sound squire stand stood sure sweet tell thee thing Thornton thou thought trees Turkey Turkey red turned Uncle Salters valleys of Hall vessel voice watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind 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...