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... dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the church- yard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went off to the army in the beginning of the ...
... dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the church- yard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went off to the army in the beginning of the ...
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... his horse and waiting the result . I lost sight of him , then heard the report of his rifle dead- ened among the rocks , and finally saw him reappear , with a surly look that plainly betrayed his ill success . Again we 26 THE SIXTH READER.
... his horse and waiting the result . I lost sight of him , then heard the report of his rifle dead- ened among the rocks , and finally saw him reappear , with a surly look that plainly betrayed his ill success . Again we 26 THE SIXTH READER.
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... dead body of an enemy in battle . I have no doubt that the handsome smooth - faced boy burned with a keen desire to flesh his maiden scalping - knife , and I would not have encamped alone with him without watching his movements with a ...
... dead body of an enemy in battle . I have no doubt that the handsome smooth - faced boy burned with a keen desire to flesh his maiden scalping - knife , and I would not have encamped alone with him without watching his movements with a ...
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... surprise , he had whisked the note from my fin- gers and left in my hand instead the proper change . " This is on the dead , now , Cap . Don't you ever cheep about me havin ' wealth , you know ; ' cause it 70 THE SIXTH READER.
... surprise , he had whisked the note from my fin- gers and left in my hand instead the proper change . " This is on the dead , now , Cap . Don't you ever cheep about me havin ' wealth , you know ; ' cause it 70 THE SIXTH READER.
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... dead . O I saw the blood ooze from its ears , and saw the white foam freeze upon its lips ! I was alone alone ! It was three o'clock before the boy returned . " Been a long while , " he began , " but I had a fearful time with the old ...
... dead . O I saw the blood ooze from its ears , and saw the white foam freeze upon its lips ! I was alone alone ! It was three o'clock before the boy returned . " Been a long while , " he began , " but I had a fearful time with the old ...
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Page 318 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 297 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Page 126 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
Page 297 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 335 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Page 254 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius," As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
Page 211 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Page 223 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Page 3 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.
Page 211 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.