The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Book 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... England , in 1850. He received his education at the universities of Edin- burgh , Scotland , and Tübingen , Germany . In 1874 he was admitted to the ministry by the Free Church 5 of Scotland , and was elected assistant pastor of Barclay ...
... England , in 1850. He received his education at the universities of Edin- burgh , Scotland , and Tübingen , Germany . In 1874 he was admitted to the ministry by the Free Church 5 of Scotland , and was elected assistant pastor of Barclay ...
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... England . From his sixth to his ninth year he lived in the quiet of the back- woods of Canada , and from his eleventh to his sixteenth year his 5 home was on the Western plains . Thus the young observer of nature had ample opportunity ...
... England . From his sixth to his ninth year he lived in the quiet of the back- woods of Canada , and from his eleventh to his sixteenth year his 5 home was on the Western plains . Thus the young observer of nature had ample opportunity ...
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... England's Story , and America's Story are very much enjoyed by young people . William , in later years to win the proud title of William the Conqueror , was a boy of only twelve years , but most of his life had been spent among 10 grave ...
... England's Story , and America's Story are very much enjoyed by young people . William , in later years to win the proud title of William the Conqueror , was a boy of only twelve years , but most of his life had been spent among 10 grave ...
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... conferring knighthood . - St. Michael : one of the patron saints of the church . St. George : the patron saint of England . — — a piece of armor for the head . — casque : 10 10 15 THE MOCKING - BIRD JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. BOOK FIVE 53.
... conferring knighthood . - St. Michael : one of the patron saints of the church . St. George : the patron saint of England . — — a piece of armor for the head . — casque : 10 10 15 THE MOCKING - BIRD JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. BOOK FIVE 53.
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... land . -gory : full of blood . - Edward : Edward II of England , the king who was defeated by Bruce.- fa ' : Scottish for fall . 10 A BRAVE RESCUE AND A ROUGH RIDE RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE. BOOK FIVE 69 SCOTLAND Robert Burns.
... land . -gory : full of blood . - Edward : Edward II of England , the king who was defeated by Bruce.- fa ' : Scottish for fall . 10 A BRAVE RESCUE AND A ROUGH RIDE RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE. BOOK FIVE 69 SCOTLAND Robert Burns.
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Page 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
Page 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
Page 320 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Page 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Page 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Page 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...