The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight], Book 8C. Scribner's Sons, 1912 - Readers |
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... called at Faneuil Hall , in Boston , which a good- natured mob of soldiers was hired to suppress . They took possession of the floor and danced break- downs and shouted choruses and refused to hear any of the orators upon the platform ...
... called at Faneuil Hall , in Boston , which a good- natured mob of soldiers was hired to suppress . They took possession of the floor and danced break- downs and shouted choruses and refused to hear any of the orators upon the platform ...
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... through and the vote was called off , you would have thought it was a tropical thunderstorm that swept through that hall as the ayes were thundered , while the noes were an insig- nificant and contemptible minority . It had all gone on 40.
... through and the vote was called off , you would have thought it was a tropical thunderstorm that swept through that hall as the ayes were thundered , while the noes were an insig- nificant and contemptible minority . It had all gone on 40.
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... called out , " Shake my umbrella ! " and he reached it over ; I shook it , and as I did so he shouted , " By Jock ! Nobody shall touch that umbrella again ! " ABRAHAM LINCOLN THEODORE ROOSEVELT We have met here to celebrate the ...
... called out , " Shake my umbrella ! " and he reached it over ; I shook it , and as I did so he shouted , " By Jock ! Nobody shall touch that umbrella again ! " ABRAHAM LINCOLN THEODORE ROOSEVELT We have met here to celebrate the ...
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... called from the forest , and the trees were shrill with the cricket's cry , and the stars were swarming in the sky- -got the family around him , and , taking the old Bible from the table , called them to their knees , the little baby ...
... called from the forest , and the trees were shrill with the cricket's cry , and the stars were swarming in the sky- -got the family around him , and , taking the old Bible from the table , called them to their knees , the little baby ...
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... called simply " the White . " The Fall had its pleasures . But all times and seasons paled and dimmed before the festive joys of Christmas . It had been handed down for generations ; it belonged to the race . It had come over with their ...
... called simply " the White . " The Fall had its pleasures . But all times and seasons paled and dimmed before the festive joys of Christmas . It had been handed down for generations ; it belonged to the race . It had come over with their ...
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Page 161 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Page 106 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Page 103 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Page 218 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Page 108 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Page 193 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 145 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 193 - Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 192 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 160 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...