The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Книга 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... appeared , and joined , or passed on the highway . Long ere noon , in the village all sounds of labor were silenced . Thronged were the streets with people ; and noisy groups at the house - doors Sat in the cheerful sun , and rejoiced ...
... appeared , and joined , or passed on the highway . Long ere noon , in the village all sounds of labor were silenced . Thronged were the streets with people ; and noisy groups at the house - doors Sat in the cheerful sun , and rejoiced ...
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... appearance . CONCILIATION OF AMERICA . EDMUND BURKE . ( From a Speech " For Conciliation with the Colonies . " ) To restore order and repose to an empire so great and so distracted as ours is , merely in the attempt , an undertaking ...
... appearance . CONCILIATION OF AMERICA . EDMUND BURKE . ( From a Speech " For Conciliation with the Colonies . " ) To restore order and repose to an empire so great and so distracted as ours is , merely in the attempt , an undertaking ...
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... appeared to us like a series of graves in some vast cemetery . Sometimes the curling summits of the waves resem- bled white flocks scattered over a heath . space seemed circumscribed for want of an object of comparison ; but if a billow ...
... appeared to us like a series of graves in some vast cemetery . Sometimes the curling summits of the waves resem- bled white flocks scattered over a heath . space seemed circumscribed for want of an object of comparison ; but if a billow ...
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... appeared above the trees in the opposite part of the heavens . A balmy breeze , which the queen of night had brought with her from the east , seemed to precede her in the forests , like her perfumed breath . The lonely luminary slowly ...
... appeared above the trees in the opposite part of the heavens . A balmy breeze , which the queen of night had brought with her from the east , seemed to precede her in the forests , like her perfumed breath . The lonely luminary slowly ...
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... appearance ; the exterior surface of the wall bristling with terraces rising gradually from the plain , the interior one much more steep , and instead of a flat floor THE MOON . 161 The Moon Richard A Proctor From "Half-Hours with the ...
... appearance ; the exterior surface of the wall bristling with terraces rising gradually from the plain , the interior one much more steep , and instead of a flat floor THE MOON . 161 The Moon Richard A Proctor From "Half-Hours with the ...
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Сторінка 50 - The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
Сторінка 146 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Сторінка 69 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Сторінка 159 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 83 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 47 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Сторінка 298 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 102 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Сторінка 47 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Сторінка 84 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench, the blushes of ingenuous shame...