The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Book 5Silver, Burdett, 1906 - Readers |
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... hope that she had crept through the stile and got into the fields where he habitually took her to stroll . ― But the grass was high in the meadow , and there was no descrying her , if she were there , except by a search that would be a ...
... hope that she had crept through the stile and got into the fields where he habitually took her to stroll . ― But the grass was high in the meadow , and there was no descrying her , if she were there , except by a search that would be a ...
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... and incapable of change , and to Him we may look with cheerful , unpresumptuous hope , while we discharge the duties of life . CHARLES LAMB . THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES was born in 32 FIFTH READER .
... and incapable of change , and to Him we may look with cheerful , unpresumptuous hope , while we discharge the duties of life . CHARLES LAMB . THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES was born in 32 FIFTH READER .
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... hope , our remembrance , our trust , Our present , our past , our to be , Who will mingle her life with our dust And makes us deserve to be free ! JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL . Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than ...
... hope , our remembrance , our trust , Our present , our past , our to be , Who will mingle her life with our dust And makes us deserve to be free ! JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL . Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than ...
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... extinguished these wandering lights , and with them the last hope of those who bore them . EDWARD BULWER LYTTON . [ Abridgment . ] MERCENARY FIGHTERS . WILLIAM PITT , first earl of Chat- AN ERUPTION OF MOUNT VESUVIUS . 75.
... extinguished these wandering lights , and with them the last hope of those who bore them . EDWARD BULWER LYTTON . [ Abridgment . ] MERCENARY FIGHTERS . WILLIAM PITT , first earl of Chat- AN ERUPTION OF MOUNT VESUVIUS . 75.
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... . Fresh vigor with the hope returned , With flying feet the heath he spurned , Held westward with unwearied race , And left behind the panting chase . WALTER SCOTT . SAVED FROM THE SEA . EDWIN ARNOLD was born at 114 FIFTH READER .
... . Fresh vigor with the hope returned , With flying feet the heath he spurned , Held westward with unwearied race , And left behind the panting chase . WALTER SCOTT . SAVED FROM THE SEA . EDWIN ARNOLD was born at 114 FIFTH READER .
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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.