The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Book 5Silver, Burdett, 1906 - Readers |
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... sounds and cries came by degrees into the street below ; the servants in the house were roused and busy ; faces looked in at the door , and voices asked his attendants how he was . Paul al- ways answered for himself , " I am better ...
... sounds and cries came by degrees into the street below ; the servants in the house were roused and busy ; faces looked in at the door , and voices asked his attendants how he was . Paul al- ways answered for himself , " I am better ...
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... sounds of nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing ; All the hearts of men were softened , By the pathos of his music ; For he sang of peace and freedom , Sang of beauty , love , and longing ; Sang of death , and life undying In the ...
... sounds of nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing ; All the hearts of men were softened , By the pathos of his music ; For he sang of peace and freedom , Sang of beauty , love , and longing ; Sang of death , and life undying In the ...
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... sounds that broke upon it : the call of plowers to their teams ; the shrill shouts of children ; the chant of women over their work , and as a bass the recur- rent hum of spinning - wheels , like the drone of some great insect ...
... sounds that broke upon it : the call of plowers to their teams ; the shrill shouts of children ; the chant of women over their work , and as a bass the recur- rent hum of spinning - wheels , like the drone of some great insect ...
Page 113
... sound at once . The awakened mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered a hundred steeds along , Their merry peal the horns rung out , A hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild ...
... sound at once . The awakened mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered a hundred steeds along , Their merry peal the horns rung out , A hundred voices joined the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild ...
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... sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam - Var , And roused the cabin where , ' tis told , A giant made his den of old ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung the sun , And many a gallant , stayed ...
... sounds of sylvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam - Var , And roused the cabin where , ' tis told , A giant made his den of old ; For ere that steep ascent was won , High in his pathway hung the sun , And many a gallant , stayed ...
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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.