Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 |
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... looked on the surface of the meadow like a growth a little taller than common . When they reached the place , however , the stinted grass itself announced the absence of that moisture which had fed the rank weeds of most of the plain ...
... looked on the surface of the meadow like a growth a little taller than common . When they reached the place , however , the stinted grass itself announced the absence of that moisture which had fed the rank weeds of most of the plain ...
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... looked at his watch , and again at the cliffs , when he exclaimed , in joyous tones : ― " Give strong way , my hearties ! There seems nothing better to be done ; let us have a stroke of a harpoon at that impudent rascal . " The men ...
... looked at his watch , and again at the cliffs , when he exclaimed , in joyous tones : ― " Give strong way , my hearties ! There seems nothing better to be done ; let us have a stroke of a harpoon at that impudent rascal . " The men ...
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... looked like unearthly beings gliding before the eye and cleaving the air with frantic and unmeaning gestures ; while the savage passions of such as passed the flames were rendered fearfully distinct by the gleams that shot athwart their ...
... looked like unearthly beings gliding before the eye and cleaving the air with frantic and unmeaning gestures ; while the savage passions of such as passed the flames were rendered fearfully distinct by the gleams that shot athwart their ...
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... looked down on the stripling with an expression that was superior to contempt . At the next moment he resumed his quiet and reclining attitude against the post . But the change of posture had permitted Duncan to exchange glances with ...
... looked down on the stripling with an expression that was superior to contempt . At the next moment he resumed his quiet and reclining attitude against the post . But the change of posture had permitted Duncan to exchange glances with ...
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... looked into futurity . Satisfied with her examination , she left him with a slight expression of pleasure , and proceeded to practice the same trying experiment on her delinquent countryman . The young Huron was in his war paint , and ...
... looked into futurity . Satisfied with her examination , she left him with a slight expression of pleasure , and proceeded to practice the same trying experiment on her delinquent countryman . The young Huron was in his war paint , and ...
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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.