Choice Literature, Bücher 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... Boy · The Battle of Bunker Hill The Flag goes By • The Year's at the Spring Burial of Sir John Moore The Loss of the Arctic . The First Snowfall Pan in Wall Street The Mystic Weaver • Sir Walter Scott PAGE 9 Sir Walter Scott 16 Sir ...
... Boy · The Battle of Bunker Hill The Flag goes By • The Year's at the Spring Burial of Sir John Moore The Loss of the Arctic . The First Snowfall Pan in Wall Street The Mystic Weaver • Sir Walter Scott PAGE 9 Sir Walter Scott 16 Sir ...
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... boy he was not scholarly in his tastes , and did not apply himself well . He knew some Latin , but no Greek . Later he learned to read German , French , Italian , and Spanish . He had great fondness for inventing and telling SCOTT ...
... boy he was not scholarly in his tastes , and did not apply himself well . He knew some Latin , but no Greek . Later he learned to read German , French , Italian , and Spanish . He had great fondness for inventing and telling SCOTT ...
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... boy ? " n . longer mine , " said Walter . " When your 99 t touched it , it became a fit mantle for a r too rich a one for its former owner . again blushed ; and endeavored to cover , by light degree of not unpleasing surprise and I n's ...
... boy ? " n . longer mine , " said Walter . " When your 99 t touched it , it became a fit mantle for a r too rich a one for its former owner . again blushed ; and endeavored to cover , by light degree of not unpleasing surprise and I n's ...
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... clerkly skill . Thanks to Saint Bothan , son of mine , Save Gawain , ne'er could pen a line : So swore I , and I swear it still , Let my boy - bishop fret his fill . ” ABOU BEN ADHEM LEIGH HUNT Leigh Hunt , essayist ,
... clerkly skill . Thanks to Saint Bothan , son of mine , Save Gawain , ne'er could pen a line : So swore I , and I swear it still , Let my boy - bishop fret his fill . ” ABOU BEN ADHEM LEIGH HUNT Leigh Hunt , essayist ,
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... boy and severely wounding another . He was found guilty of murder , but was pardoned . At last , on the 2d of March , an angry quarrel occurred between a party of soldiers and some of the workmen at a ropewalk , and for two or three ...
... boy and severely wounding another . He was found guilty of murder , but was pardoned . At last , on the 2d of March , an angry quarrel occurred between a party of soldiers and some of the workmen at a ropewalk , and for two or three ...
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Seite 217 - 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.
Seite 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Seite 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Seite 371 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Seite 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
Seite 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Seite 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.