Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 |
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... Fields for poem by James T. Fields ; to D. Appleton & Company for use of Bryant's poems ; to Fords , Howard & Hurlbert for selection from Beecher . 3 TABLE OF CONTENTS . James Fenimore Cooper PAGE - THE.
... Fields for poem by James T. Fields ; to D. Appleton & Company for use of Bryant's poems ; to Fords , Howard & Hurlbert for selection from Beecher . 3 TABLE OF CONTENTS . James Fenimore Cooper PAGE - THE.
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... Fields 278 Charles Lamb 279 Jean Ingelow 284 Charles Dickens 291 66 66 314 66 66 317 Thomas Moore 322 66 66 323 John Henry Newman 324 George Eliot 325 · Thomas Hood 328 66 66 331 GETTYSBURG ADDRESS ROBERT OF LINCOLN Abraham Lincoln 333 ...
... Fields 278 Charles Lamb 279 Jean Ingelow 284 Charles Dickens 291 66 66 314 66 66 317 Thomas Moore 322 66 66 323 John Henry Newman 324 George Eliot 325 · Thomas Hood 328 66 66 331 GETTYSBURG ADDRESS ROBERT OF LINCOLN Abraham Lincoln 333 ...
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... fields and slaughter a nobler bullock than is here offered to the meanest hand ; and when he has gotten his sirloin or his steak , can he eat it with as good a relish as he who has sweetened his food with wholesome toil , and earned it ...
... fields and slaughter a nobler bullock than is here offered to the meanest hand ; and when he has gotten his sirloin or his steak , can he eat it with as good a relish as he who has sweetened his food with wholesome toil , and earned it ...
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... fields and the fowls of the air , frightened at a herd of scampering buffaloes ? Though perhaps you are ready to dispute my right to call them by a word that is in the mouth of every hunter and trader on the frontier . " The old man was ...
... fields and the fowls of the air , frightened at a herd of scampering buffaloes ? Though perhaps you are ready to dispute my right to call them by a word that is in the mouth of every hunter and trader on the frontier . " The old man was ...
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... fields Elysian ? What are these the guests whose glances Seemed like sunshine gleaming round me ? These the wild , bewildering fancies , That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me ? Ah ! how cold are their caresses ...
... fields Elysian ? What are these the guests whose glances Seemed like sunshine gleaming round me ? These the wild , bewildering fancies , That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me ? Ah ! how cold are their caresses ...
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Сторінка 389 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 475 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Сторінка 411 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
Сторінка 453 - There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable. And let it come ! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace.
Сторінка 328 - 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 387 - 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 453 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Сторінка 323 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Сторінка 348 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Сторінка 348 - Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.