Journeys Through Bookland: A New and Original Plan for Reading Applied to the World's Best Literature for Children, Volume 7Bellows-Reeve, 1922 - Children's literature |
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... mind ? 1. Maun is the Scotch word for must . 2. Stoure is the Scotch name for dust . 3. Spreckled is the Scotch and provincial English form of speckled . ROBERT BURNS 1759-1796 Cauld blew the bitter biting north Upon 8 TO A MOUNTAIN ...
... mind ? 1. Maun is the Scotch word for must . 2. Stoure is the Scotch name for dust . 3. Spreckled is the Scotch and provincial English form of speckled . ROBERT BURNS 1759-1796 Cauld blew the bitter biting north Upon 8 TO A MOUNTAIN ...
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... minds which path to take . " " With foes in front and foes in our rear , our journey is like to be one of danger . " " Danger , " repeated Hawkeye , calmly ; " no , not absolutely of danger , for , with vigilant ears and quick eyes , we ...
... minds which path to take . " " With foes in front and foes in our rear , our journey is like to be one of danger . " " Danger , " repeated Hawkeye , calmly ; " no , not absolutely of danger , for , with vigilant ears and quick eyes , we ...
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... mind myself ; though I thought it becoming my experience to tell the whole . We must then make a push , and , if the Indians or Frenchers are in the narrows , run the gantlet through these toppling mountains . Is there reason in my ...
... mind myself ; though I thought it becoming my experience to tell the whole . We must then make a push , and , if the Indians or Frenchers are in the narrows , run the gantlet through these toppling mountains . Is there reason in my ...
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... mind myself ; though I thought it becoming my experience to tell the whole . We must then make a push , and , if the Indians or Frenchers are in the narrows , run the gantlet through these toppling mountains . Is there reason in my ...
... mind myself ; though I thought it becoming my experience to tell the whole . We must then make a push , and , if the Indians or Frenchers are in the narrows , run the gantlet through these toppling mountains . Is there reason in my ...
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... mind , originally none of the strongest , was so much shaken that it had not quite recovered its balance when we came to the fort . In spite of the poor fellow's tragic story , there was something so ludicrous in his appearance , and ...
... mind , originally none of the strongest , was so much shaken that it had not quite recovered its balance when we came to the fort . In spite of the poor fellow's tragic story , there was something so ludicrous in his appearance , and ...
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Page 277 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 31 - Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. 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 — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 50 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea. In ripple or in shade. It...
Page 337 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was. — Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more!
Page 45 - The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 343 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 10 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 337 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 147 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 168 - 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 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.