Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книги 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... side 10 by meadows which crept down to the marshes and the sea . The dwellers in this district were one out of three tribes , all belonging to the same Low German branch of the Teutonic family , who at the moment when history discovers ...
... side 10 by meadows which crept down to the marshes and the sea . The dwellers in this district were one out of three tribes , all belonging to the same Low German branch of the Teutonic family , who at the moment when history discovers ...
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... side by side in the hour of battle , and the feelings of honor and discipline which held the host together were drawn 30 from the common duty of every man in each little group of warriors to his house . And as they fought side by side ...
... side by side in the hour of battle , and the feelings of honor and discipline which held the host together were drawn 30 from the common duty of every man in each little group of warriors to his house . And as they fought side by side ...
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... side , plain , or fresh spring attracts him . " And as each dweller 25 within the settlement was jealous of his own isola- tion , and independence among his fellow settlers , so each settlement was jealous of its independence among its ...
... side , plain , or fresh spring attracts him . " And as each dweller 25 within the settlement was jealous of his own isola- tion , and independence among his fellow settlers , so each settlement was jealous of its independence among its ...
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... side and spend a quiet hour in the ebb . I delighted to accompany him on these occasions . There are Professors of Natural History that know less of living nature than was known by Uncle Sandy ; and I deemed it no small matter to 10 ...
... side and spend a quiet hour in the ebb . I delighted to accompany him on these occasions . There are Professors of Natural History that know less of living nature than was known by Uncle Sandy ; and I deemed it no small matter to 10 ...
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... side of some fuci - covered pool , screaming and cawing as if engaged in combating an enemy ; and , on going up15 to the place , we used to find the lump - fish he had killed fresh and entire , but divested of the eyes , which we found ...
... side of some fuci - covered pool , screaming and cawing as if engaged in combating an enemy ; and , on going up15 to the place , we used to find the lump - fish he had killed fresh and entire , but divested of the eyes , which we found ...
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Стр. 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Стр. 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Стр. 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Стр. 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 376 - 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.