Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 sider |
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Side 13
... wind slowly o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , curfew : In olden times it ...
... wind slowly o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , curfew : In olden times it ...
Side 68
... wind and fair weather , till it reached the Line . The sun came up upon the left , Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright , and on the right Went down into the sea . Higher and higher every day , Till over the mast at noon- 99 The ...
... wind and fair weather , till it reached the Line . The sun came up upon the left , Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright , and on the right Went down into the sea . Higher and higher every day , Till over the mast at noon- 99 The ...
Side 70
... wind sprang up behind ; And the Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; While all the night , through fog- smoke white ...
... wind sprang up behind ; And the Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; While all the night , through fog- smoke white ...
Side 71
... wind still blew behind , But no sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averr'd , I had kill'd the bird That made the ...
... wind still blew behind , But no sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averr'd , I had kill'd the bird That made the ...
Side 74
... wind tide ? or stood ! I bit my arm , I suck'd the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in ...
... wind tide ? or stood ! I bit my arm , I suck'd the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in ...
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Acadians ancient ANGEL Antony Augustin beautiful bird blood born breast brother BROTHER AZARIAS Brutus Caesar Caligula called child Church cloud cried dead dear death door dream earth England English Epimetheus eyes face fear fell fire Fourth Cit friends Gluck gold Golden River Grail hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail honorable horse hour hundred Irish language JAMES SHIRLEY king land light living looked Lord Mock Turtle monks morning mountain never night noble o'er Pandora Piso poems poet poor Pope pray prayer Prince John rest Rip Van Winkle round Saxons Schwartz Second Cit seemed ship side sleep soul speak spirit stood sweet tell thee things thought Treasure Valley trees turned voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
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Side 250 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Side 251 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Side 308 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 307 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 69 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Side 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 192 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Side 317 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the...
Side 251 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 218 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.