The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 sider |
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... BIRDS . . . XXXVIII . PATIENT CONTINUANCE IN WELL- DOING XL . THE UNKNOWN WRECK . XLII . SYMPATHY WITH THE GREEKS . XLIV . CHARACTER OF FIRST XLVI . RUINS OF MENT • 19 PAGE Convers Francis • 61 • 63 65 70 74 · 76 85 Edward Everett G. H. ...
... BIRDS . . . XXXVIII . PATIENT CONTINUANCE IN WELL- DOING XL . THE UNKNOWN WRECK . XLII . SYMPATHY WITH THE GREEKS . XLIV . CHARACTER OF FIRST XLVI . RUINS OF MENT • 19 PAGE Convers Francis • 61 • 63 65 70 74 · 76 85 Edward Everett G. H. ...
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... bird is termed the cuckoo , from the sound which it emits . en one sort of wind is said to whistle , and another to roar ; a serpent is said to hiss , a fly to buzz , and falling timber to when a stream is said to flow , and hail to ...
... bird is termed the cuckoo , from the sound which it emits . en one sort of wind is said to whistle , and another to roar ; a serpent is said to hiss , a fly to buzz , and falling timber to when a stream is said to flow , and hail to ...
Side 84
... birds among the trees , And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British ...
... birds among the trees , And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British ...
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... birds- beautiful , tender , intelligent birds - to whom life is a song and a thrilling anxiety , the anxiety of love . The air is swarming with insects - those little animated miracles . The waters are peopled with innumerable forms ...
... birds- beautiful , tender , intelligent birds - to whom life is a song and a thrilling anxiety , the anxiety of love . The air is swarming with insects - those little animated miracles . The waters are peopled with innumerable forms ...
Side 92
... birds , the scrambling of squirrels , the startled rush of unseen beasts , all telling how populous is this seeming solitude . If we pause before a tree , or shrub , or plant , our cursory and half - abstracted glance detects a colony ...
... birds , the scrambling of squirrels , the startled rush of unseen beasts , all telling how populous is this seeming solitude . If we pause before a tree , or shrub , or plant , our cursory and half - abstracted glance detects a colony ...
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Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath Catiline clang clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hour Hyder Ali JOAQUIN MILLER KARST land leaves light live Lochinvar look Lord LORD MACAULAY loud Mabel Malahide morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean pass poet poor pray retina rise Rome round sail Scrooge shadow ship shore shout silent sings soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears thee thing thou thought thunder toll tone Trinity College turned village maid visual perception voice waves wild wind word young
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Side 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Side 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Side 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Side 360 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Side 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike 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 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Side 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Side 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Side 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...