School Reading by Grades: Seventh YearAmerican Book Company, 1897 - 240 стор. |
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... whole countenance . The queen was confused , blushed in her turn , nodded her head , hastily passed on , and em- 20 barked in her barge without saying a word . " Come along , Sir Coxcomb , " said Blount , " your gay mantle will need the ...
... whole countenance . The queen was confused , blushed in her turn , nodded her head , hastily passed on , and em- 20 barked in her barge without saying a word . " Come along , Sir Coxcomb , " said Blount , " your gay mantle will need the ...
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... whole band of rebels , until the stream ran purple with their blood and his own . ' " " " Some blood I may have lost , " said the youth , looking down ; " but it was where my best is due , and that is in your majesty's service . " 5 10 ...
... whole band of rebels , until the stream ran purple with their blood and his own . ' " " " Some blood I may have lost , " said the youth , looking down ; " but it was where my best is due , and that is in your majesty's service . " 5 10 ...
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... whole house was constantly in a state of inundation , under the discipline of mops and brooms and scrubbing brushes ; and the good housewives of those days were a 20 kind of amphibious animal , delighting exceedingly to be dabbling in ...
... whole house was constantly in a state of inundation , under the discipline of mops and brooms and scrubbing brushes ; and the good housewives of those days were a 20 kind of amphibious animal , delighting exceedingly to be dabbling in ...
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... whole family , old and young , master and ser- vant , black and white , nay , even the very cat and dog , enjoyed a community of privilege , and had each a right to a corner . Here the old burgher would sit in perfect silence , puffing ...
... whole family , old and young , master and ser- vant , black and white , nay , even the very cat and dog , enjoyed a community of privilege , and had each a right to a corner . Here the old burgher would sit in perfect silence , puffing ...
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... declared them the king's prisoners . Their wives and families shared their lot ; their sons , five hundred and twenty - seven in number , their daughters , five hundred and seventy - six ; 30 in the whole , women and babes and old men 42.
... declared them the king's prisoners . Their wives and families shared their lot ; their sons , five hundred and twenty - seven in number , their daughters , five hundred and seventy - six ; 30 in the whole , women and babes and old men 42.
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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...