Choice Literature, Bücher 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... Wind • The Death of the Flowers Waiting by the Gate The Heritage · A Man's a Man for a ' That and a ' That Object Lessons The Spacious Firmament on High An Apple Orchard in the Spring . The Vision of Belshazzar The Indians . The Battle ...
... Wind • The Death of the Flowers Waiting by the Gate The Heritage · A Man's a Man for a ' That and a ' That Object Lessons The Spacious Firmament on High An Apple Orchard in the Spring . The Vision of Belshazzar The Indians . The Battle ...
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... wind on them ; and when thou'st got the weather- gage , thou may'st drive them before thee as gently as so many innocent lambs . " 66 Truly , " said Wamba , without stirring from the spot , " I have consulted my legs upon this matter ...
... wind on them ; and when thou'st got the weather- gage , thou may'st drive them before thee as gently as so many innocent lambs . " 66 Truly , " said Wamba , without stirring from the spot , " I have consulted my legs upon this matter ...
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... wind , Hubert , " said his antagonist , bending his bow , " or that had been a better shot . " So saying , and without showing the least anxiety to pause upon his aim , Locksley stepped to the appointed station , and shot his arrow as ...
... wind , Hubert , " said his antagonist , bending his bow , " or that had been a better shot . " So saying , and without showing the least anxiety to pause upon his aim , Locksley stepped to the appointed station , and shot his arrow as ...
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... wind and wave , lay in long rows on Dorchester beach , while Paul Re- vere , booted and spurred , was riding post - haste to Philadel- phia , with the glorious news that Boston had at last thrown . down the gauntlet for the king of ...
... wind and wave , lay in long rows on Dorchester beach , while Paul Re- vere , booted and spurred , was riding post - haste to Philadel- phia , with the glorious news that Boston had at last thrown . down the gauntlet for the king of ...
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... wind ; And the steed , like a bark fed with furnace fire , Swept on with his wild eyes full of fire ; But lo , he is nearing his heart's desire , He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray , With Sheridan only five miles away . The ...
... wind ; And the steed , like a bark fed with furnace fire , Swept on with his wild eyes full of fire ; But lo , he is nearing his heart's desire , He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray , With Sheridan only five miles away . The ...
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Alice Cary Annabel Lee Annie arms Arthur battle began Ben Bolt beneath bless born boys Brown called clouds Cusha dark dead dear death earth East EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Enoch eyes face father fear feet fell fellow field fire flowers FRANCIS MILES FINCH friends grave gray green half hand head heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hill hollow honor horse hounds hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOSEPH ADDISON keeper king knew land light live look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER morning never night o'er old oaken bucket passed poor pride Rhine river rose round Rugby scene Schoolhouse scud shouted side Sleepy Hollow smile spring stand thy sons stood sweet Tadpole tell thee things thou thought town tree turned uppe voice walk wild wind wood young Brooke
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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.