Wheeler's Graded Literary Readers, with Interpretations: Fifth-[eighth] reader, Volume 5Wheeler Publishing Company, 1919 - Readers |
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... hope , however , that these introductions , questions , and sug- gestions may be helpful , and that they will lead to many interesting dis- cussions . We hope that the children may enjoy these selections so much that they will learn to ...
... hope , however , that these introductions , questions , and sug- gestions may be helpful , and that they will lead to many interesting dis- cussions . We hope that the children may enjoy these selections so much that they will learn to ...
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... hope , shall molder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay ; the day , The midnight brought the signal sound of strife The morn , the marshaling in arms — Battle's magnificently ...
... hope , shall molder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay ; the day , The midnight brought the signal sound of strife The morn , the marshaling in arms — Battle's magnificently ...
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... years in the horrible galleys , and he was a man who had lost all hope . This story will tell you how the Bishop of D. , whose people called him " Bishop Welcome , " turned Jean Valjean 22 How JEAN VALJEAN FOUND BROTHER.
... years in the horrible galleys , and he was a man who had lost all hope . This story will tell you how the Bishop of D. , whose people called him " Bishop Welcome , " turned Jean Valjean 22 How JEAN VALJEAN FOUND BROTHER.
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... hope that there he would have the best chance of recovery . But he died there on September 19 , 1881 . This selection from Blaine's very beautiful and eloquent speech tells of his last days . If you will study it till you understand it ...
... hope that there he would have the best chance of recovery . But he died there on September 19 , 1881 . This selection from Blaine's very beautiful and eloquent speech tells of his last days . If you will study it till you understand it ...
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... hope that it might be read before Christmas and transform all poor old Scrooges into well - wishers . In his great love for his fellow men , Dickens hoped that thus he might induce those who , before , had been Scrooges , to go out and ...
... hope that it might be read before Christmas and transform all poor old Scrooges into well - wishers . In his great love for his fellow men , Dickens hoped that thus he might induce those who , before , had been Scrooges , to go out and ...
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Abraham Lincoln aloud Antony beautiful bird Bishop bless Bob Cratchit bottle of ink Brutus bugle C. E. Brock Cæsar called Carcassonne child Christmas countinghouse cried dance dead death Describe door dream echoes Edward Rowland Sill Ernest eyes feel Fezziwig fire Ghost hand happy hear heard heart heaven honor hope Jean Valjean JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Julius Cæsar knew lines live looked Madame Magloire Maud Muller means merry message to Garcia morning mountain never night noble Nolan o'er orator person picture poem poet poor QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS SAM WALTER FOSS Scrooge's nephew scythe sing skylark smile song soul speech spirit Stanza Stone Face story SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION sweet tell things thou thought Tiny Tiny Tim told Tuloom valley village voice wish wonderful words wrote young Cratchits
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Page 60 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 73 - 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 272 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below ; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Page 84 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 268 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 440 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 275 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 18 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated.
Page 405 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 74 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings...