The Elson Readers..: Book 5-8 ...Scott, Foresman and Company, 1921 |
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Side 34
... know , till this they were assured - he was their kind , he was of the wild , 35 free blood that man had never tamed . And when the night came down on the purpling plain his place was in the 34 THE ELSON READERS - BOOK VIII ( 8th Grade )
... know , till this they were assured - he was their kind , he was of the wild , 35 free blood that man had never tamed . And when the night came down on the purpling plain his place was in the 34 THE ELSON READERS - BOOK VIII ( 8th Grade )
Side 61
... never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart 5 In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest 10 And singing ...
... never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart 5 In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest 10 And singing ...
Side 63
... never heard Praise of love or wine 10 That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus Hymeneal , Or triumphal chaunt , Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt , 15 A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want ...
... never heard Praise of love or wine 10 That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus Hymeneal , Or triumphal chaunt , Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt , 15 A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want ...
Side 65
... never wert " ? 3. Find a line in the second stanza that shows the energy and enthusiasm with which the lark begins its flight ; why should this sudden spring of the bird make the poet think of fire ? 4. What question does the poet ask ...
... never wert " ? 3. Find a line in the second stanza that shows the energy and enthusiasm with which the lark begins its flight ; why should this sudden spring of the bird make the poet think of fire ? 4. What question does the poet ask ...
Side 75
... never could recover One moment of the good hours that were over . And I was sorry and sick , and wished to die . Then from the sad west turning wearily , I saw the pines against the white north sky , 15 Very beautiful , and still , and ...
... never could recover One moment of the good hours that were over . And I was sorry and sick , and wished to die . Then from the sad west turning wearily , I saw the pines against the white north sky , 15 Very beautiful , and still , and ...
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The Elson Readers: (Revision of Elson grammar school reader, book four) William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck,Lura E. Runkel Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1921 |
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN Acadian American ballads beauty Bill Bring to class called Chambered Nautilus Christmas class and read Class Reading Coaly-Bay Cratchit cried dark death Discussion door Edmund Andros England Ernest Thompson Seton Evangeline eyes face father feel Find fire flowers forest Ghost give Glossary the meaning hand head heard heart herd Hermia horse Joyce Kilmer King land laughed Library Reading light Lincoln lines literature lived look Lysander magazines Message to Garcia morning mountain never newspaper night NOTES AND QUESTIONS o'er Pete Phrases for Study poem poet prairie QUESTIONS Biography rendezvous with Death Rip Van Winkle river Scrooge Scrooge's seemed selections shadow song soul sound spirit stanza stood story tell thee things thou thought Tiny Tim trees village voice wild Winkle wonder words
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Side 110 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Side 54 - ... midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong. As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 107 - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
Side 131 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 319 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Side 86 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you...
Side 107 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 315 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!' " They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Side 111 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Side 132 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?