... The American Educational Readers: First[-fifth] Reader, Bind 5Ivison, Blakeman, Taylor, 1873 |
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... HOUR of virtuous liberty is worth a whole ETERNITY of bondage . 7. TRUTH , crushed to earth , shall rise again , The eternal years of God are hers ; But ERROR , wounded , writhes with pain , And dies amid his worshipers . 8. Not , my ...
... HOUR of virtuous liberty is worth a whole ETERNITY of bondage . 7. TRUTH , crushed to earth , shall rise again , The eternal years of God are hers ; But ERROR , wounded , writhes with pain , And dies amid his worshipers . 8. Not , my ...
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... hour the last tie is laid ; the telegraph flashes through the country , " Are you all ready ? " Back , from scores of cities , comes the echo , " All ready ! " Again the tele- graph says , " At the third tap it will be done . " We under ...
... hour the last tie is laid ; the telegraph flashes through the country , " Are you all ready ? " Back , from scores of cities , comes the echo , " All ready ! " Again the tele- graph says , " At the third tap it will be done . " We under ...
Side 34
... hours for the slow pace at which they creep along . No work is ever found to be the hardest work . And hence , rather than be wholly idle , people rush into sin and crime . 5. But you ask , " Are we to be always at work , and never to ...
... hours for the slow pace at which they creep along . No work is ever found to be the hardest work . And hence , rather than be wholly idle , people rush into sin and crime . 5. But you ask , " Are we to be always at work , and never to ...
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... hour , I would either go on or abandon the voyage for that time . This short respite was conceded without objection . I went below and examined the machinery , and discovered that the cause was a slight mal - adjustment of some of the ...
... hour , I would either go on or abandon the voyage for that time . This short respite was conceded without objection . I went below and examined the machinery , and discovered that the cause was a slight mal - adjustment of some of the ...
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... hour , as the proverb goes , Is the hour before the dawning . 3. There is many a gem in the path of life , Which we pass in our idle pleasure , That is richer far than the jeweled crown , Or the miser's hoarded treasure : It may be the ...
... hour , as the proverb goes , Is the hour before the dawning . 3. There is many a gem in the path of life , Which we pass in our idle pleasure , That is richer far than the jeweled crown , Or the miser's hoarded treasure : It may be the ...
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Alice Cary ANALYSIS AND DEFINITIONS apple-tree army beauty Ben e beneath blessed brave bright brother cañons Central Pacific Railroad Charles Dickens Croesus dark death deep desert earth English Ethan Allen eyes fall father feet fire friends glory gold green ground hand Harold heart heaven hight hill honor hundred Jack Straw King King of Norway labor land LESSON light Little Nell live look Merced River miles morning mother mountains nature nef'i never night Norman Northwest Passage o'er pass plain plant RING river rocks rush sail sea-bird seal seemed seen Seth Warner ship side silent sleep smile snow soldiers Solon song soul sound spirit sweet tell thee things thou thought thousand toil tone trees Tyrol valley voice Wat Tyler wild wind WORD ANALYSIS young
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Side 327 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 327 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time — Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, — boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible ! Even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee : thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 95 - Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living, and kept close from the fowls of the air. Destruction and death say, We have heard the fame thereof with our ears.
Side 95 - When he made a decree for the rain, And a way for the lightning of the thunder : Then did he see it, and declare it ; He prepared it, yea, and searched it out. And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom ; And to depart from evil is understanding.
Side 95 - There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen : The lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.
Side xvii - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 236 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
Side 95 - But where shall wisdom be found ? and where is the place of understanding ? Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me : and the sea saith, It is not with me.
Side 199 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Side 170 - Miserable they ! Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun ; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long, long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible.