The Howe Readers: A fifth readerCharles Scribner's Sons, 1909 |
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... Never Too Late to Mend 308 1 . 66 46 66 The Naine of Old Glory ROCHE , JAMES JEFFREY SCOTT , SIR WALTER The Water - Lily . 2848 30 78 97 69 Fitz - James and Roderick Dhu . From The Lady of the Lake 47 66 66 66 The Tournament at ...
... Never Too Late to Mend 308 1 . 66 46 66 The Naine of Old Glory ROCHE , JAMES JEFFREY SCOTT , SIR WALTER The Water - Lily . 2848 30 78 97 69 Fitz - James and Roderick Dhu . From The Lady of the Lake 47 66 66 66 The Tournament at ...
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... never turn aside . Go not too high or too low , for the sake of heaven and earth ; else gods and men will suffer . The Fates alone know whether evil is to come of this . Yet if your heart fails you , as I hope , abide here , and I will ...
... never turn aside . Go not too high or too low , for the sake of heaven and earth ; else gods and men will suffer . The Fates alone know whether evil is to come of this . Yet if your heart fails you , as I hope , abide here , and I will ...
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... never en- countered before , shaking out of their silver quiet the cool stars toward the north , then fleeing as far to the south among new wonders . The heavens were full of terror . Up , far above the clouds , they went , and down ...
... never en- countered before , shaking out of their silver quiet the cool stars toward the north , then fleeing as far to the south among new wonders . The heavens were full of terror . Up , far above the clouds , they went , and down ...
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... never taste of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , Will come when it will come . - SHAKESPEARE . INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH ...
... never taste of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , Will come when it will come . - SHAKESPEARE . INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH ...
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... never be able to banish that awful moment from my memory . Pepper's roar , expressive of astonish- ment , indignation , and pain , is still ringing in my ears . I looked upon him as a corpse , and , glancing not far into the dreary ...
... never be able to banish that awful moment from my memory . Pepper's roar , expressive of astonish- ment , indignation , and pain , is still ringing in my ears . I looked upon him as a corpse , and , glancing not far into the dreary ...
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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.