Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, كتاب 5Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1889 |
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الصفحة 51
... leaves , now flashing through the strips of sunshine , and now lost in the dark shade , till finally he appeared to be settling on the eyelid of David Swan . The sting of a bee is sometimes deadly . As free - hearted as she was 20 ...
... leaves , now flashing through the strips of sunshine , and now lost in the dark shade , till finally he appeared to be settling on the eyelid of David Swan . The sting of a bee is sometimes deadly . As free - hearted as she was 20 ...
الصفحة 65
... leaves put forth their buds , and before he was aware of the completeness of the change , he found he had left behind him the land of snow and ice . The air became pure and mild , the dark clouds had rolled away from the sky , a pure ...
... leaves put forth their buds , and before he was aware of the completeness of the change , he found he had left behind him the land of snow and ice . The air became pure and mild , the dark clouds had rolled away from the sky , a pure ...
الصفحة 66
... leaves , and streams and lakes , were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed . Animals bounded across his path with a freedom and a confidence which seemed to tell him there was no bloodshed there . Birds of beautiful ...
... leaves , and streams and lakes , were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed . Animals bounded across his path with a freedom and a confidence which seemed to tell him there was no bloodshed there . Birds of beautiful ...
الصفحة 69
... leaves are afire ' on top of the hill . It was not a sound - nor thing of sense- But a pain , like the pang of the short suspense That thrills the being of those who see At their feet the gulf of Eternity ! The air of the valley has ...
... leaves are afire ' on top of the hill . It was not a sound - nor thing of sense- But a pain , like the pang of the short suspense That thrills the being of those who see At their feet the gulf of Eternity ! The air of the valley has ...
الصفحة 90
... leaf and sun . Then , from gloom to gloom intenser , On the laboring streamlet rolled , Where from cloud - racks ' gathered denser Hark ! the ominous thunder knolled ! While like ghosts that flit and shiver , Down the mists from out the ...
... leaf and sun . Then , from gloom to gloom intenser , On the laboring streamlet rolled , Where from cloud - racks ' gathered denser Hark ! the ominous thunder knolled ! While like ghosts that flit and shiver , Down the mists from out the ...
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الصفحة 94 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
الصفحة 429 - Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years...
الصفحة 345 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
الصفحة 286 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity, watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned...
الصفحة 433 - You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
الصفحة 287 - The name of AMERICAN, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same Religion, Manners, Habits, and Political Principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the Independence and Liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts — of common dangers, sufferings, and successes.
الصفحة 344 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
الصفحة 428 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
الصفحة 94 - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon...
الصفحة 95 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest; there is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston; the war is inevitable, and let it come; I repeat it, sir, — let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace!