Junior High School Literature ...Scott, Foresman and Company, 1920 |
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Side 31
... River he had gone each time he journeyed . And now he had passed the high divide and was keeping the narrow trail that leads to the valley of bears and on to Salmon River , and still away to the open , wild Columbian Plains , limping ...
... River he had gone each time he journeyed . And now he had passed the high divide and was keeping the narrow trail that leads to the valley of bears and on to Salmon River , and still away to the open , wild Columbian Plains , limping ...
Side 32
... River were about him , and ever on , tireless as it seemed , he went , and crossed the cañon of the mighty Snake , and up again to the high , wild plains where the wire fence still is not , and on , beyond the Buffalo Hump , till moving ...
... River were about him , and ever on , tireless as it seemed , he went , and crossed the cañon of the mighty Snake , and up again to the high , wild plains where the wire fence still is not , and on , beyond the Buffalo Hump , till moving ...
Side 48
... River on its southern migration following the old trail of two decades before , instead of crossing western Nebraska and Kansas . It had been a costly experiment , however , for all the way hunters had swarmed upon 25 their flanks and ...
... River on its southern migration following the old trail of two decades before , instead of crossing western Nebraska and Kansas . It had been a costly experiment , however , for all the way hunters had swarmed upon 25 their flanks and ...
Side 50
... river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean - side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast- The desert and illimitable air- Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy ...
... river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean - side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast- The desert and illimitable air- Lone wandering , but not lost . All day thy ...
Side 54
... River , ” we scent the balsam of the Georgia pines among which he lived , and the odor of magnolia groves , jessamine , and wild honeysuckle . Discussion . 1. Where is Tampa ? 2. If you were not told the name of the bird , what lines ...
... River , ” we scent the balsam of the Georgia pines among which he lived , and the odor of magnolia groves , jessamine , and wild honeysuckle . Discussion . 1. Where is Tampa ? 2. If you were not told the name of the bird , what lines ...
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Junior High School Literature ... William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1920 |
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Acadian American bear bait beauty bells bird Bob Cratchit called Carbuncle Christmas Class readings Coaly-Bay Cratchit cried dark death Demetrius Discussion door dream earth Ernest Thompson Seton Evangeline eyes face fairy father fear feel fell Fezziwig fire flowers Ghost give Glossary the meaning hand hath head hear heard heart heaven herd Hermia Hippolyta horse Jacob Marley laughed Library reading light Lincoln lines lived look Lysander moon never night Nolan NOTES AND QUESTIONS o'er Oberon Philostrate play poem poet Pyramus QUESTIONS Biography Rip Van Winkle river Robin ROBIN GOODFELLOW Rupert Brooke scene Scrooge Scrooge's seemed silent song sound spirit stanza stood story sweet tell thee Theseus things thou thought Tiny Tim Titania told trees turned village voice wagon wild wonder words young
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Side 50 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Side 87 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 419 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
Side 143 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Side 145 - 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 311 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Side 166 - And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this...
Side 165 - HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Side 170 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Side 130 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.