Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 |
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... 139 66 66 141 WHITTLING TEA PARTIES IN OLD TIMES GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER John Pierpont 143 Washington Irving 145 66 66 149 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 66 66 169 4 SONG OF MARION'S MEN THE STAR - SPANGLED BANNER THE.
... 139 66 66 141 WHITTLING TEA PARTIES IN OLD TIMES GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER John Pierpont 143 Washington Irving 145 66 66 149 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 66 66 169 4 SONG OF MARION'S MEN THE STAR - SPANGLED BANNER THE.
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... governor in all the States go into his fields and slaughter a nobler bullock than is here offered to the meanest hand ; and when he has gotten his sirloin or his steak , can he eat it with as good a relish as he who has sweetened his ...
... governor in all the States go into his fields and slaughter a nobler bullock than is here offered to the meanest hand ; and when he has gotten his sirloin or his steak , can he eat it with as good a relish as he who has sweetened his ...
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... governors , and all his councils , both at home and in the Colonies , forget from what they come , and where they hope to go , and all for a little advantage in warfare . No , no - warrior , hand of mine . shall never molest your scalp ...
... governors , and all his councils , both at home and in the Colonies , forget from what they come , and where they hope to go , and all for a little advantage in warfare . No , no - warrior , hand of mine . shall never molest your scalp ...
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... , His cornstalk fiddle , and the deeper tone That murmurs from his pumpkin - stalk trombone , Conspire to teach the boy . To these succeed His WHITTLING 143 WHITTLING TEA PARTIES IN OLD TIMES GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER John Pierpont.
... , His cornstalk fiddle , and the deeper tone That murmurs from his pumpkin - stalk trombone , Conspire to teach the boy . To these succeed His WHITTLING 143 WHITTLING TEA PARTIES IN OLD TIMES GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER John Pierpont.
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... ; if our great - grandfathers approved of the custom , it would argue a great want of reverence in their descendants to say a word against it . GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER WASHINGTON IRVING WHILE Governor Manco 148 LITERATURE.
... ; if our great - grandfathers approved of the custom , it would argue a great want of reverence in their descendants to say a word against it . GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER WASHINGTON IRVING WHILE Governor Manco 148 LITERATURE.
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Seite 389 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Seite 475 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Seite 411 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
Seite 453 - There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable. And let it come ! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace.
Seite 328 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Seite 387 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Seite 453 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Seite 323 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Seite 348 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Seite 348 - Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.