Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] yearAmerican Book Company, 1907 - 360 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... hour , and books of all time . Yet it is not merely the bad book that does not last , and the good one that does . There are good books for the hour and good ones for all time ; bad books for the hour and bad ones for all time . I must ...
... hour , and books of all time . Yet it is not merely the bad book that does not last , and the good one that does . There are good books for the hour and good ones for all time ; bad books for the hour and bad ones for all time . I must ...
الصفحة 17
... hour or two in the shade at noon , after planting , and ate my lunch and read a little by a spring , which was the source of a swamp and of a brook . The approach to this was through a succession of descending grassy hollows , full of ...
... hour or two in the shade at noon , after planting , and ate my lunch and read a little by a spring , which was the source of a swamp and of a brook . The approach to this was through a succession of descending grassy hollows , full of ...
الصفحة 42
... hour : " Nine , ten , eleven , " he cries aloud , And then ( O crown of Fame ! ) When midnight pauses in the skies He calls the maiden's name . ADELAIDE A. PROCTER . PARABLES ON PERSECUTION 1. AND it came to pass , 42.
... hour : " Nine , ten , eleven , " he cries aloud , And then ( O crown of Fame ! ) When midnight pauses in the skies He calls the maiden's name . ADELAIDE A. PROCTER . PARABLES ON PERSECUTION 1. AND it came to pass , 42.
الصفحة 60
... hours . Here is an extract from the letter : — LEVANT , 2 ° 2 ' S. 131 ° W. DEAR FRED : I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan . I could see that he was not strong , but I had no idea the end was ...
... hours . Here is an extract from the letter : — LEVANT , 2 ° 2 ' S. 131 ° W. DEAR FRED : I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan . I could see that he was not strong , but I had no idea the end was ...
الصفحة 61
... hour , when the doctor went in gently , he found Nolan had breathed his life away with a smile . We looked in his Bible , and there was a slip of paper at the place where he had marked the text : ― " They desire a country , even a ...
... hour , when the doctor went in gently , he found Nolan had breathed his life away with a smile . We looked in his Bible , and there was a slip of paper at the place where he had marked the text : ― " They desire a country , even a ...
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Alice Cary arms asked began Bell of Atri bells bird breast Bregenz Brutus Cæsar captain castle child cold cried Czar dark Davis Strait door elder English Eppie eyes face father feet fell fire flowers France friends Gavroche green hand Hans Christian Andersen hath head hear heard heart Hervé Riel hole honorable icebergs knew Lafayette land Little Gavroche live looked Marquis de Lafayette morning mother mountain never night noble Nolan o'er Odense OLIVER GOLDSMITH ouzel passed play poor Rip Van Winkle river rock round seemed ship shout Silas Silas Deane Silas Marner silent sleep Socrates song speak stone stood story sweet tact talk tell thee things thou thought tink told took turned village voice W. M. THACKERAY wind woods words young
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الصفحة 150 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 226 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
الصفحة 227 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
الصفحة 208 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
الصفحة 224 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
الصفحة 59 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
الصفحة 127 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
الصفحة 205 - At this critical moment, a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!
الصفحة 168 - Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And "What mockery or malice have we here?
الصفحة 185 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...