Junior High School Literature ...Scott, Foresman and Company, 1920 |
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... father 30 was a champion English greyhound , and from him he inherited his speed . His mother was a working Scotch collie that had won more than one silver cup at the sheep - dog trials in Scotland . • Satan loved just one man in all ...
... father 30 was a champion English greyhound , and from him he inherited his speed . His mother was a working Scotch collie that had won more than one silver cup at the sheep - dog trials in Scotland . • Satan loved just one man in all ...
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... father had said that perhaps a change of scene would 10 also change their luck . So nearly all their belongings had been packed into the canvas - covered wagon , two dilapidated mules hitched to it , the old cow tied behind ; and with ...
... father had said that perhaps a change of scene would 10 also change their luck . So nearly all their belongings had been packed into the canvas - covered wagon , two dilapidated mules hitched to it , the old cow tied behind ; and with ...
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... father and son both cocked their guns . When the bunch was almost upon them , both fired , and a mighty bull fell kicking against the back of the wagon , but his kicks were not of long 25 duration , for at this short range the rifles ...
... father and son both cocked their guns . When the bunch was almost upon them , both fired , and a mighty bull fell kicking against the back of the wagon , but his kicks were not of long 25 duration , for at this short range the rifles ...
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... father both fired , and Mr. Anderson followed up the rifle shots with both barrels from the shotgun , and three shots from the Colt's , yet they struck the wagon with 15 a terrific shock . There was frantic kicking and frenzied braying ...
... father both fired , and Mr. Anderson followed up the rifle shots with both barrels from the shotgun , and three shots from the Colt's , yet they struck the wagon with 15 a terrific shock . There was frantic kicking and frenzied braying ...
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... father ? " asked Bennie . " I should 30 think there were a million of them . " 35 " It is the most wonderful thing that I ever saw , " replied Mr. Anderson . " I have often heard old hunters tell about the count- less herds of buffaloes ...
... father ? " asked Bennie . " I should 30 think there were a million of them . " 35 " It is the most wonderful thing that I ever saw , " replied Mr. Anderson . " I have often heard old hunters tell about the count- less herds of buffaloes ...
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Seite 50 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 87 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 419 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
Seite 143 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Seite 145 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 311 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 166 - And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this...
Seite 165 - HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Seite 170 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Seite 130 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.