Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Bog 4Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... ready to put on its cap of white foam , and to fall over with a grand roar upon the shore . How the spray will fly as the water rushes up the beach with a soft hissing sound , or dashes over those brown rocks ! Behind is what seems to ...
... ready to put on its cap of white foam , and to fall over with a grand roar upon the shore . How the spray will fly as the water rushes up the beach with a soft hissing sound , or dashes over those brown rocks ! Behind is what seems to ...
Side 30
... ready to break . Where did it come from ? How long have these waves been pounding upon the shore ? How old is the sea ? If you wait here a little while , you will notice that the waves are slowly coming nearer and nearer , or are moving ...
... ready to break . Where did it come from ? How long have these waves been pounding upon the shore ? How old is the sea ? If you wait here a little while , you will notice that the waves are slowly coming nearer and nearer , or are moving ...
Side 33
... ready to hold on with all your might , the driver tells the beast to get up . He makes three distinct motions before he regains his feet first a backward plunge , then a forward one , and then another one backward . If you look at a ...
... ready to hold on with all your might , the driver tells the beast to get up . He makes three distinct motions before he regains his feet first a backward plunge , then a forward one , and then another one backward . If you look at a ...
Side 44
... ready to plunge again into the water . His helmet has broken off at the top , and is falling down over his face ; he cannot see . A minute later it drops beneath his chin , and what is his surprise to find that as his old face breaks ...
... ready to plunge again into the water . His helmet has broken off at the top , and is falling down over his face ; he cannot see . A minute later it drops beneath his chin , and what is his surprise to find that as his old face breaks ...
Side 45
... ready for flight . 12. And while he trembles with surprise , see how , with every movement , he is escaping from the old armor , and drawing from their sheaths fine legs , longer and more slen- der and more beautifully colored than the ...
... ready for flight . 12. And while he trembles with surprise , see how , with every movement , he is escaping from the old armor , and drawing from their sheaths fine legs , longer and more slen- der and more beautifully colored than the ...
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Side 368 - 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.
Side 182 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Side 140 - We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines. Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; . When, waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
Side 366 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
Side 184 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Side 185 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave...
Side 140 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Side 175 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 350 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 184 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...