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... heart . It is believed that pieces , which contain some valuable thought or inculate some noble and virtuous sentiment , if written in an easy and attractive style , will be no less interesting to the young mind , and will be read a ...
... heart . It is believed that pieces , which contain some valuable thought or inculate some noble and virtuous sentiment , if written in an easy and attractive style , will be no less interesting to the young mind , and will be read a ...
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... heart ; and it made him happy every time he thought of it , Not long after this , he became a clerk in that city . He was steady and industrious ; and , in a few years , he was able to go into business for himself . 3. But all this time ...
... heart ; and it made him happy every time he thought of it , Not long after this , he became a clerk in that city . He was steady and industrious ; and , in a few years , he was able to go into business for himself . 3. But all this time ...
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... heart . In ei , e has its long sound , as in de- - QUSTIONS . What is a diphthong ? How many are there in our language ? Name them , and give examples of each ? What is a vowel digraph ? What is said in the note ? What vowel digraph in ...
... heart . In ei , e has its long sound , as in de- - QUSTIONS . What is a diphthong ? How many are there in our language ? Name them , and give examples of each ? What is a vowel digraph ? What is said in the note ? What vowel digraph in ...
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... heart with good thoughts . The hoary head is a crown of glory . At anchor laid , remote from home . Prosperity gains friends , and adversity tries them . Must I endure all this ? Then let us haste toward those piles of wonder . The ...
... heart with good thoughts . The hoary head is a crown of glory . At anchor laid , remote from home . Prosperity gains friends , and adversity tries them . Must I endure all this ? Then let us haste toward those piles of wonder . The ...
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... hearts . " 5. " Dear father , " said the children , " do not look so sober . We will all help you get a living . " 6. " What can you do , poor things ? " said he . 7. " You shall see ! you shall see ! " answered several cheer- ful ...
... hearts . " 5. " Dear father , " said the children , " do not look so sober . We will all help you get a living . " 6. " What can you do , poor things ? " said he . 7. " You shall see ! you shall see ! " answered several cheer- ful ...
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Popular passages
Page 349 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: — "Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Page 231 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 148 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 390 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 350 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 421 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
Page 350 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page 431 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 147 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 148 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.