The Independent First[-sixth] Reader ...A.S. Barnes, 1876 - Readers |
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... poor - will .. SECTION VIII .... 26. The Blood Horse . 28. The Cid and Bavieca . SECTION X .... 33. The Tides 36. The High Tide ... .Allan Cunningham . 80 83 95 William Cullen Bryant . 102 ..Geo . P. Morris . 105 .B . W. Procter . 117 ...
... poor - will .. SECTION VIII .... 26. The Blood Horse . 28. The Cid and Bavieca . SECTION X .... 33. The Tides 36. The High Tide ... .Allan Cunningham . 80 83 95 William Cullen Bryant . 102 ..Geo . P. Morris . 105 .B . W. Procter . 117 ...
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... poor , the ignorant , and the weak , as to the rich , the wise , and the powerful . The students will tell which of the rules are illustrated by the following exercises - bōth those that are marked and those that are unmarked ...
... poor , the ignorant , and the weak , as to the rich , the wise , and the powerful . The students will tell which of the rules are illustrated by the following exercises - bōth those that are marked and those that are unmarked ...
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... poor old man , R Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortèst span ; O give relief , and Heaven will bless your stōre . IV . ᎡᎪᎢᎬ . ATE1 refers to Movement in reading and speak- ing ...
... poor old man , R Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortèst span ; O give relief , and Heaven will bless your stōre . IV . ᎡᎪᎢᎬ . ATE1 refers to Movement in reading and speak- ing ...
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... poor dilatory man . ។ 2. Procrastination is the thief of time . 3. Weeping ♥ may endure for a night but joy ♥ eômeth in the morning . 4. Paul the Apostle wrote to Timothy . 5. Solomon , the son of David , waş king of Israël . ។ ។ 6 ...
... poor dilatory man . ។ 2. Procrastination is the thief of time . 3. Weeping ♥ may endure for a night but joy ♥ eômeth in the morning . 4. Paul the Apostle wrote to Timothy . 5. Solomon , the son of David , waş king of Israël . ។ ។ 6 ...
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... poor . Peasants must weep , And kings endure : That is a fate that none can cure . Yet Spring doth all she can , I trōw : She brings the bright hours , She weaves the sweet flowers : She děckèth her bowers for all below . O the Spring ...
... poor . Peasants must weep , And kings endure : That is a fate that none can cure . Yet Spring doth all she can , I trōw : She brings the bright hours , She weaves the sweet flowers : She děckèth her bowers for all below . O the Spring ...
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Page 283 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 282 - Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. CAS. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. BRU. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. CAS. In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Page 286 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 284 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ! I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Page 284 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 281 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom...
Page 285 - O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Page 307 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught...
Page 284 - I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me...
Page 307 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door...