The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Book 5Silver, Burdett, 1906 - Readers |
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... beautiful . As the reflection died away , and a gloom went creeping up the wall , he watched it deepen , deepen , deepen into night . Then he thought how the long unseen streets were dotted with lamps , and how the peaceful stars were ...
... beautiful . As the reflection died away , and a gloom went creeping up the wall , he watched it deepen , deepen , deepen into night . Then he thought how the long unseen streets were dotted with lamps , and how the peaceful stars were ...
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... Beautiful and childlike was he , Brave as man is , soft as woman , Pliant as a wand of willow , Stately as a deer with antlers . When he sang , the village listened ; All the warriors gathered round him , All the women came to hear him ...
... Beautiful and childlike was he , Brave as man is , soft as woman , Pliant as a wand of willow , Stately as a deer with antlers . When he sang , the village listened ; All the warriors gathered round him , All the women came to hear him ...
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... beautiful , fertile , mid - Tennessee country . The mock- ing birds were prime favorites on the place , and were given full scope for the development , not only of their bold friendliness toward mankind , but also of that marked ...
... beautiful , fertile , mid - Tennessee country . The mock- ing birds were prime favorites on the place , and were given full scope for the development , not only of their bold friendliness toward mankind , but also of that marked ...
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... beautiful scenes below . Despite the earliness of the hour , the gates of the city were already opened . Horseman upon horseman , vehicle after vehicle , poured rapidly in ; and the voices of numerous pedestrian groups , clad in holiday ...
... beautiful scenes below . Despite the earliness of the hour , the gates of the city were already opened . Horseman upon horseman , vehicle after vehicle , poured rapidly in ; and the voices of numerous pedestrian groups , clad in holiday ...
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... beautiful . It seems probable that no other living American poet is more widely read than he . His home is in Indianapolis . They rode right out of the morning sun A glimmering , glittering cavalcade Of knights and ladies , and every ...
... beautiful . It seems probable that no other living American poet is more widely read than he . His home is in Indianapolis . They rode right out of the morning sun A glimmering , glittering cavalcade Of knights and ladies , and every ...
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American arms beautiful became began beneath birds born brave breast breath cake called CHARLES DICKENS cloud condor cried death delight died earth ÉMILE SOUVESTRE England Eppie eyes face father feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS fell flowers Floy friends gave grass Habersham hand head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WOODFIN GRADY hills of Habersham hippopotami honor hour John JOHN S. C. ABBOTT land light live looked meadow morning mother mountain never night o'er passed PAUL DU CHAILLU peace poems Pompeii river rock rolled round seemed selection is taken shadows shore shout Silas singing Sir Arthur smiling snow sound stood swans sweet thee thou thought tide tion tree turned valleys of Hall vaquero verse voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wind wonder Xerxes youth
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Page 356 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 257 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 222 - Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget...
Page 143 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Page 34 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 95 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 34 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 307 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 353 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 144 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank. And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.