School Reading by Grades: First [-eighth] Year, Книга 7American Book Company, 1897 |
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... heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the long way that I must tread alone , Will lead my steps aright ...
... heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the long way that I must tread alone , Will lead my steps aright ...
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... heart , that will be the end . " He was beginning to grow cold , when he uncovered his face for he had cov- ered himself up — and said ( they were his last words ) — he said : " Crito , I owe a cock to Asclepius ; will you 30 remember ...
... heart , that will be the end . " He was beginning to grow cold , when he uncovered his face for he had cov- ered himself up — and said ( they were his last words ) — he said : " Crito , I owe a cock to Asclepius ; will you 30 remember ...
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... they Fear , that reigns with the tyrant , and envy , the vice of republics . 15 Neither locks had they to their doors , nor bars to their windows ; SCH . READ . VII . 4 - But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts 49.
... they Fear , that reigns with the tyrant , and envy , the vice of republics . 15 Neither locks had they to their doors , nor bars to their windows ; SCH . READ . VII . 4 - But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts 49.
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... hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance . Somewhat apart from the village , and nearer the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer of Grand Pré , Dwelt on his goodly ...
... hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance . Somewhat apart from the village , and nearer the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer of Grand Pré , Dwelt on his goodly ...
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... heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who ...
... heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who ...
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Acadians approach arms beautiful began beneath blessed Born called canal Charles Charles Lamb Crito dark dead death declaration deep died door earth English Evangeline eyes face famous father fire Gavin Goldsmith Gray hand happiness head heart heaven Hereward hill honor hope horse hour James Fenimore Cooper John John Dryden John Lothrop Motley Johnson king knight labor Lamb land live look Lord maiden Mary Mary Lamb Mary Russell Mitford morning mother Nausicaa never noble o'er Oliver Goldsmith passed Peter Aitken pleasure poem poet Pyramids queen railroad Reading by Grades river river Lee Robert Collyer rode round Saracen School Reading seemed shout side smile Socrates soul sound Sphinx stood street sweet thee things thou tion toil village voice wagon walk Washington Irving whole words young
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Сторінка 69 - Union to your collective and individual happiness ; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity ; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can, in any event, be abandoned ; and indignantly frowning upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the...
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 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 171 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! 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, Awaits alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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 118 - 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 72 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
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 120 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...