School Reading by Grades: First [-eighth] Year, Книга 7American Book Company, 1897 |
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... once more the lesson of York . He seems to have forgotten that . It is for me to remind him of it . " And he looked to his bow and to his arrows , and pre- 10 pared to play the man himself — as was the fashion in those old days , when a ...
... once more the lesson of York . He seems to have forgotten that . It is for me to remind him of it . " And he looked to his bow and to his arrows , and pre- 10 pared to play the man himself — as was the fashion in those old days , when a ...
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... once why he wore such queer old clothes , he 5 answered , very simply , " Because they are all I have , my boy . " 1 He would have a dog with him , also ; a creature which answered , or rather did not answer , to the name of Dash , and ...
... once why he wore such queer old clothes , he 5 answered , very simply , " Because they are all I have , my boy . " 1 He would have a dog with him , also ; a creature which answered , or rather did not answer , to the name of Dash , and ...
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... he came to love so well that he told Wordsworth once his mountains and lakes might hang for all he cared , and , when at last he went to look at them , found he was composing his mind 30 and staying his heart , not all on their glory 84.
... he came to love so well that he told Wordsworth once his mountains and lakes might hang for all he cared , and , when at last he went to look at them , found he was composing his mind 30 and staying his heart , not all on their glory 84.
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... once when he saw a man of quality , so called , insulting a woman , and came to her rescue , and the brute drew his sword on him , the little fellow wrenched the sword out of his hand , and mauled him soundly with the hilt . They were ...
... once when he saw a man of quality , so called , insulting a woman , and came to her rescue , and the brute drew his sword on him , the little fellow wrenched the sword out of his hand , and mauled him soundly with the hilt . They were ...
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... once at the inquest ; and the family knew this better than the jury , for Lamb himself had been touched by it not long before , and shut 25 up in an asylum . So Mary was sent there for her life , if it must be so , but it was found ...
... once at the inquest ; and the family knew this better than the jury , for Lamb himself had been touched by it not long before , and shut 25 up in an asylum . So Mary was sent there for her life , if it must be so , but it was found ...
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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...