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Voices for the Speechless: Selections for Schools and Private Reading
Ограниченный просмотр - 2019
Ahura Mazda animals Bayard Taylor beast beautiful BELL OF ATRI beneath Bird Songs blessed Bobolink bough brown thrush brutes Celia Thaxter cheer chick-a-de-dee Chipperee creatures dark dawn dear dost doth Draupadi dumb earth eyes fear feet gentle glad gray green H. W. Longfellow happy hath head hear heard heart heaven horned owl horse human king lamb lark light listen little bird living look Lord Lucy Larcom mercy merry Minnesingers morning neath nest never night nightingale o'er pain pity poor rest robins round S. T. Coleridge sandpiper shadow shalt shine silent sing sing-away song sorrow soul sound sparrow spring steed Stork summer swallow sweet swift tender thee thine thing thou hast thrush titmouse toil tree voice wild wind wings wonder wood WOODLARK words wren's nest
Стр. 23 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Стр. 53 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Стр. 119 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 52 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Стр. 24 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Стр. 283 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Стр. 116 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Стр. 83 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 78 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flames with its heat.