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Side 16
... heard sang in my ears to the flinging cadence of the resonant feet , tramping on hollow arches of the volcanic rock . Sweet and soft around us was the hazy air of October . On we galloped on our 25 errand to save . It came afternoon as ...
... heard sang in my ears to the flinging cadence of the resonant feet , tramping on hollow arches of the volcanic rock . Sweet and soft around us was the hazy air of October . On we galloped on our 25 errand to save . It came afternoon as ...
Side 34
... heard her story with amazement . And her story spread , and made other wellwishers aid , until at last she came to the feet of the emperor . They knew - all of them the tale she 10 had to tell ; and the eyes of all pleaded so strongly ...
... heard her story with amazement . And her story spread , and made other wellwishers aid , until at last she came to the feet of the emperor . They knew - all of them the tale she 10 had to tell ; and the eyes of all pleaded so strongly ...
Side 37
... the other . The doe lifted her head with a quick motion . Had she heard something ? Probably it was only the south wind 20 in the balsams . There was silence all about in THE FIFTH READER 37 A-HUNTING OF THE DEER Charles Dudley Warner.
... the other . The doe lifted her head with a quick motion . Had she heard something ? Probably it was only the south wind 20 in the balsams . There was silence all about in THE FIFTH READER 37 A-HUNTING OF THE DEER Charles Dudley Warner.
Side 40
... heard the sharp yelp of dis- covery , and then the deep - mouthed howl of pursuit . The hounds had struck her trail where she turned , and the fawn was safe . 25 For the moment fear left her , and she bounded on with the exaltation of ...
... heard the sharp yelp of dis- covery , and then the deep - mouthed howl of pursuit . The hounds had struck her trail where she turned , and the fawn was safe . 25 For the moment fear left her , and she bounded on with the exaltation of ...
Side 41
... heard a sound that chilled her heart . It was the cry of a hound to the west of her . There was nothing to do but to keep on , and on she went , with the noise of the pack behind her . 10 In five minutes more she had passed into a ...
... heard a sound that chilled her heart . It was the cry of a hound to the west of her . There was nothing to do but to keep on , and on she went , with the noise of the pack behind her . 10 In five minutes more she had passed into a ...
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Abridged American Anchises arms azalea battle beauty bees BELL OF ATRI bells birds Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cloud cold dark death deep Don Quixote earth England English eyes famous father feet fell fire flower forest French friends gray ground hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY TIMROD hill honey honor Hoopoe horse hour king land light live look Lord marsh marshes of Glynn mountain never night noble NOTE o'er once passed peace Peisthetairus Pickwick poems poet RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest sail Saladin Sancho Sancho Panza Scrooge selection is taken Shakespeare smile soul sound Spanish real stood story sweet sword thee things THOMAS STARR KING thou thought tongue trees tube turned voice waves WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind woods word young
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Side 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Side 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Side 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Side 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Side 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Side 364 - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Side 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Side 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Side 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Side 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.