School Reading by Grades: Seventh YearAmerican Book Company, 1897 - 240 стор. |
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... eye to trouble , And the shadow of a monarch's crown is softened in her hair . She has halls among the woodlands , she has castles by the breakers , She has farms and she has manors , she can threaten and command ; And the palpitating ...
... eye to trouble , And the shadow of a monarch's crown is softened in her hair . She has halls among the woodlands , she has castles by the breakers , She has farms and she has manors , she can threaten and command ; And the palpitating ...
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... eye . She fixed her keen glance upon him as she approached the place where he stood , with a look in which surprise at his boldness seemed to be unmixed with resentment , while a trifling accident happened which attracted her attention ...
... eye . She fixed her keen glance upon him as she approached the place where he stood , with a look in which surprise at his boldness seemed to be unmixed with resentment , while a trifling accident happened which attracted her attention ...
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... eyes almost starting from his head with the excess of his astonishment . At length he gave vent to it in an exclamation , " Who in the world would have thought this ? " And shaking his head with a mysterious air , he walked to his own ...
... eyes almost starting from his head with the excess of his astonishment . At length he gave vent to it in an exclamation , " Who in the world would have thought this ? " And shaking his head with a mysterious air , he walked to his own ...
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... eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong , As , darkly painted on the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On ...
... eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong , As , darkly painted on the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On ...
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... eyes , and thinking of nothing , for hours to- gether ; the good wife , on the opposite side , would employ herself diligently in spinning yarn or knitting stockings . The young folks would crowd around the hearth , lis- 30 tening with ...
... eyes , and thinking of nothing , for hours to- gether ; the good wife , on the opposite side , would employ herself diligently in spinning yarn or knitting stockings . The young folks would crowd around the hearth , lis- 30 tening with ...
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Сторінка 22 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Сторінка 174 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Сторінка 131 - Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave off as I began, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the Declaration.
Сторінка 68 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. 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!
Сторінка 68 - Will it be when we are totally disarmed and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot...
Сторінка 68 - 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 67 - If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
Сторінка 107 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Сторінка 216 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Сторінка 67 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house...