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Pagina 3
... thought or sentiment of the longer ones which they immediately follow . It is believed that the portraits of the authors and brief sketches of their lives , given in connection with each of the longer selections , will materially add to ...
... thought or sentiment of the longer ones which they immediately follow . It is believed that the portraits of the authors and brief sketches of their lives , given in connection with each of the longer selections , will materially add to ...
Pagina 6
... Thoughts from Abroad Horatius · Horatius at the Bridge Hunting the Hippopotamus Hurricane at Sea , A If All the Skies . Incident of the French Camp Indian Chief , An Indian Singer , The Invocation to Mirth Joan of Arc • Thomas Babington ...
... Thoughts from Abroad Horatius · Horatius at the Bridge Hunting the Hippopotamus Hurricane at Sea , A If All the Skies . Incident of the French Camp Indian Chief , An Indian Singer , The Invocation to Mirth Joan of Arc • Thomas Babington ...
Pagina 13
... thought how the long unseen streets were dotted with lamps , and how the peaceful stars were shining overhead . His fancy had a strange tend- ency to wander to the River , which he knew was flowing through the great city ; and now he ...
... thought how the long unseen streets were dotted with lamps , and how the peaceful stars were shining overhead . His fancy had a strange tend- ency to wander to the River , which he knew was flowing through the great city ; and now he ...
Pagina 17
... thought suggested to him to inquire if he had ever seen his mother . For he could not remem- ber whether they had told him yes or no ; the river running very fast and confusing his mind . 66 Floy , did I ever see mamma ? " " No ...
... thought suggested to him to inquire if he had ever seen his mother . For he could not remem- ber whether they had told him yes or no ; the river running very fast and confusing his mind . 66 Floy , did I ever see mamma ? " " No ...
Pagina 19
... thought , that should Hereafter not forgotten lie , I would not murmur , though I must Be lost in death's unnumbered dust . F. W. BOUrdillon . THE INDIAN SINGER . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was born in ONE GOOD DEED . 19.
... thought , that should Hereafter not forgotten lie , I would not murmur , though I must Be lost in death's unnumbered dust . F. W. BOUrdillon . THE INDIAN SINGER . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was born in ONE GOOD DEED . 19.
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The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Boek 5 Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Volledige weergave - 1906 |
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American arms beautiful became began beneath birds born brave breast breath cake called CHARLES DICKENS cloud condor cried death delight died earth ÉMILE SOUVESTRE England Eppie eyes face father feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS fell flowers Floy friends gave grass Habersham hand head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WOODFIN GRADY hills of Habersham hippopotami honor hour John JOHN S. C. ABBOTT land light live looked meadow morning mother mountain never night o'er passed PAUL DU CHAILLU peace poems Pompeii river rock rolled round seemed selection is taken shadows shore shout Silas singing Sir Arthur smiling snow sound stood swans sweet thee thou thought tide tion tree turned valleys of Hall vaquero verse voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wind wonder Xerxes youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 356 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pagina 257 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 222 - Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget...
Pagina 143 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Pagina 34 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Pagina 95 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Pagina 34 - 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.
Pagina 307 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Pagina 353 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 144 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank. And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.