The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Book 5Silver, Burdett, 1906 - Readers |
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... lives , given in connection with each of the longer selections , will materially add to the value of the book and will serve to arouse a deeper interest in these authors and their writings . This book , like the Fourth Book , is the ...
... lives , given in connection with each of the longer selections , will materially add to the value of the book and will serve to arouse a deeper interest in these authors and their writings . This book , like the Fourth Book , is the ...
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... live at an event- ful period . Mighty changes in human affairs are of daily occurrence at home and abroad . In Europe the strongest governments are shaken ; the pillars of tradition , rooted in the depths of antiquity , are heaved from ...
... live at an event- ful period . Mighty changes in human affairs are of daily occurrence at home and abroad . In Europe the strongest governments are shaken ; the pillars of tradition , rooted in the depths of antiquity , are heaved from ...
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... live with you , but for the injuries of one man . Colonel Cresap , the last spring , in cold blood and unprovoked , murdered all the relations of Logan , not even sparing my women and children . There runs not a drop of my blood in the ...
... live with you , but for the injuries of one man . Colonel Cresap , the last spring , in cold blood and unprovoked , murdered all the relations of Logan , not even sparing my women and children . There runs not a drop of my blood in the ...
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... live- long spring night , under the full moon , in a magnolia and I do not think I shall ever forget the song . It was on the plantation of Major Campbell , in the beautiful , fertile , mid - Tennessee country . The mock- ing birds were ...
... live- long spring night , under the full moon , in a magnolia and I do not think I shall ever forget the song . It was on the plantation of Major Campbell , in the beautiful , fertile , mid - Tennessee country . The mock- ing birds were ...
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... live , and others how to die . " Through them , the spirits of the dead , not mortal , but immortal , hold free con- verse with us . Through them , each one of us may become endowed with the storied wisdom of six thou- sand years . The ...
... live , and others how to die . " Through them , the spirits of the dead , not mortal , but immortal , hold free con- verse with us . Through them , each one of us may become endowed with the storied wisdom of six thou- sand years . The ...
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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.