Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 |
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... follows : " But above all he was a great novelist , original and irresistible . America has produced no other man built on a scale so continental . " THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE From " The Prairie " JAMES FENIMORE COOPER NOTE TO THE PUPIL ...
... follows : " But above all he was a great novelist , original and irresistible . America has produced no other man built on a scale so continental . " THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE From " The Prairie " JAMES FENIMORE COOPER NOTE TO THE PUPIL ...
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... follow the gift of instinct , and to snuff up his knowledge by a taint in the air , or a rumbling in the sound ; but he must see and reason , and then conclude . So , follow me a little to the left , where there is a rising in the ...
... follow the gift of instinct , and to snuff up his knowledge by a taint in the air , or a rumbling in the sound ; but he must see and reason , and then conclude . So , follow me a little to the left , where there is a rising in the ...
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... follow . The light was not strong enough to render their features distinct , though it was quite evident that they were governed by very dif- ferent emotions . While one stood erect and firm , pre- pared to meet his fate like a hero ...
... follow . The light was not strong enough to render their features distinct , though it was quite evident that they were governed by very dif- ferent emotions . While one stood erect and firm , pre- pared to meet his fate like a hero ...
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... follow where the bluebird leads , And hear its soft " good night , " Still thinking of the wedding scene And aisles of flowery light . HOME , SWEET HOME JOHN HOWARD PAYNE NOTE TO THE THERE'S A WEDDING IN THE ORCHARD 79.
... follow where the bluebird leads , And hear its soft " good night , " Still thinking of the wedding scene And aisles of flowery light . HOME , SWEET HOME JOHN HOWARD PAYNE NOTE TO THE THERE'S A WEDDING IN THE ORCHARD 79.
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... follow young Brooke ; for he takes the wide casts round to the left , conscious of his own powers , and loving the hard work . For if you would consider for a moment , you small boys , you would remember that the Cock , where the run ...
... follow young Brooke ; for he takes the wide casts round to the left , conscious of his own powers , and loving the hard work . For if you would consider for a moment , you small boys , you would remember that the Cock , where the run ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annabel Lee Annie arms Ben Bolt Boabdil Bob-o-link born breath brook called chee clouds cried dark dead dear death Deerslayer door East Enoch eyes face father fear feet fire FRANCIS MILES FINCH Ghost give governor hand head hear heard heart heaven hill hollow horse hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane Jacob Marley JAMES FENIMORE COOPER keeper knew land light live looked Lord marabout master merry mind morning never night o'er Old Castile passed Philip pleasure poems poor pride PUPIL round Schoolhouse Scrooge shouted side silent sing Sleepy Hollow smile soldier sound stand star-spangled banner steed stood sweet tell thee things thou thought tree turned voice walk WASHINGTON IRVING watch wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word young
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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.