The Howe Readers: A fifth readerCharles Scribner's Sons, 1909 |
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الصفحة 32
... fields with little sisters and little brothers , and seen the lark rise and heard him sing this very song . And so ... field hard by in which he lay and gamboled , while the lark praised God overhead , the chubby playmates , the sweet ...
... fields with little sisters and little brothers , and seen the lark rise and heard him sing this very song . And so ... field hard by in which he lay and gamboled , while the lark praised God overhead , the chubby playmates , the sweet ...
الصفحة 33
... field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS HENRY DAVID THOREAU One ...
... field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS HENRY DAVID THOREAU One ...
الصفحة 35
... field never for an instant ceased to gnaw at one of his feelers near the root , having already caused the other to go by the board ; while the stronger black one dashed him from side to side , and , as I saw on looking nearer , had ...
... field never for an instant ceased to gnaw at one of his feelers near the root , having already caused the other to go by the board ; while the stronger black one dashed him from side to side , and , as I saw on looking nearer , had ...
الصفحة 39
... 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 . In the world's broad field of battle , In the 39 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
... 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 . In the world's broad field of battle , In the 39 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
الصفحة 40
... field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! -act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ...
... field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! -act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ...
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Alba Longa ALFRED TENNYSON American ants arms asked battle beaver began bird brave brother caterpillars CHARLES WILLIAM ELIOT Cratchit cried dark dead dear death Don Quixote door dying English eyes face famous father fell fellow fire Flat Tail Fritz girl gray Gray Horse gypsies hair hand Hardy hath head heard heart heaven HENRY hill honor horse JOHN king King Arthur knew Lannigan leaves light live look Lord Maggie morning mountain Mud Dauber never night passed Perfect Tribute Phaethon poet poor replied Rip Van Winkle river Romulus Romulus and Remus round sail seemed side silence Silver Sir Bedivere Sir Lucan sleep song soon soul stood story sword tell thee things thou thought Tiny Tim told took trees turned village voice watch wife WILLIAM words young
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الصفحة 258 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
الصفحة 83 - 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.
الصفحة 307 - They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!
الصفحة 60 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
الصفحة 199 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will...
الصفحة 18 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 366 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard — All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard — For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
الصفحة 345 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since,— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.
الصفحة 39 - 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.
الصفحة 198 - O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.