Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 |
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... 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 ground , whence we may make our reconnoiterings . " The old man waved his hand with authority , and led 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 ground , whence we may make our reconnoiterings . " The old man waved his hand with authority , and led the ...
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... sounds that Duncan had heard were what the whites have not inappropriately called the " death - hallo , " and each repetition of the cry was intended to announce to the tribe the fate of an enemy . Thus far the knowledge of Heyward ...
... sounds that Duncan had heard were what the whites have not inappropriately called the " death - hallo , " and each repetition of the cry was intended to announce to the tribe the fate of an enemy . Thus far the knowledge of Heyward ...
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... sounds reached the outer door , and the women and children pressing into the throng , no gap had been left between shoulder and shoulder that was not now filled with the dark lineaments of some eager and curious human countenance . In ...
... sounds reached the outer door , and the women and children pressing into the throng , no gap had been left between shoulder and shoulder that was not now filled with the dark lineaments of some eager and curious human countenance . In ...
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... sound seemed yet to be lingering about the ship , when a second voice cried : - " Breakers on our lee bow ! " We are in the bite of the shoals , Mr. Gray , ” cried the commander . " She loses her way ; perhaps an anchor might hold her ...
... sound seemed yet to be lingering about the ship , when a second voice cried : - " Breakers on our lee bow ! " We are in the bite of the shoals , Mr. Gray , ” cried the commander . " She loses her way ; perhaps an anchor might hold her ...
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... sounds in the air , though my miserable senses are not good enough to hear the one or to catch the taint of the other . 66 " There is nothing to be seen , " cried Middleton , who kept close at his side . My ears and my eyes are good ...
... sounds in the air , though my miserable senses are not good enough to hear the one or to catch the taint of the other . 66 " There is nothing to be seen , " cried Middleton , who kept close at his side . My ears and my eyes are good ...
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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.