The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Книги 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... Stone of Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825 . The St. Bernard Hospice . • Harriet Beecher Stowe . 120 From the " Ascent to St. Bernard " in " Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands . " The Shandon Bells Francis Mahony ( Father Prout ) 127 ...
... Stone of Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825 . The St. Bernard Hospice . • Harriet Beecher Stowe . 120 From the " Ascent to St. Bernard " in " Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands . " The Shandon Bells Francis Mahony ( Father Prout ) 127 ...
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... ' , rule . sap ' phire ( săf ' Ir ) , a precious stone of a beautiful blue color . trophy , anything taken and preserved as a memorial of victory . THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . This is THE OLD MAN DREAMS . 57.
... ' , rule . sap ' phire ( săf ' Ir ) , a precious stone of a beautiful blue color . trophy , anything taken and preserved as a memorial of victory . THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . This is THE OLD MAN DREAMS . 57.
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... stone beneath yon aged thorn . " THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of earth , A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth , And melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his ...
... stone beneath yon aged thorn . " THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of earth , A youth , to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth , And melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his ...
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... stone . And not only these minute objects , but the ocean , the mountains , the clouds , the heavens , the stars , the rising and setting sun , all overflow with beauty . The universe is its temple ; and those men who are alive to it ...
... stone . And not only these minute objects , but the ocean , the mountains , the clouds , the heavens , the stars , the rising and setting sun , all overflow with beauty . The universe is its temple ; and those men who are alive to it ...
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... stone of the Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825. ) This uncounted multitude before me and around me proves the feeling which the occasion has excited . These thousands of human faces , glowing with sym- pathy and joy , and from the ...
... stone of the Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825. ) This uncounted multitude before me and around me proves the feeling which the occasion has excited . These thousands of human faces , glowing with sym- pathy and joy , and from the ...
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Стр. 50 - The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
Стр. 146 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Стр. 69 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Стр. 159 - 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.
Стр. 83 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 47 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Стр. 298 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Стр. 102 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Стр. 47 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Стр. 84 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench, the blushes of ingenuous shame...