The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Book 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... appearance and solemn deportment , was much 20 mortified that one of his family should happen to be so sickly ; and he sent for all the doctors in the sea to come and treat her ; from which 1 From Eugene Field Book . Copyright , 1898 ...
... appearance and solemn deportment , was much 20 mortified that one of his family should happen to be so sickly ; and he sent for all the doctors in the sea to come and treat her ; from which 1 From Eugene Field Book . Copyright , 1898 ...
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... appearance as a hero's mother was at the Peace Ball given in 20 Fredericksburg during the visit of Washington to that town . With all her majestic self - command she did not disguise the pleasure with which she received the special ...
... appearance as a hero's mother was at the Peace Ball given in 20 Fredericksburg during the visit of Washington to that town . With all her majestic self - command she did not disguise the pleasure with which she received the special ...
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... appeared in the doorway , and 5 " every head was bowed in reverence . " It must have been the proudest moment of her life , but she bore herself with perfect composure then and 10 after her son , seating her in an armchair upon the dais ...
... appeared in the doorway , and 5 " every head was bowed in reverence . " It must have been the proudest moment of her life , but she bore herself with perfect composure then and 10 after her son , seating her in an armchair upon the dais ...
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... appeared Thackeray said that " a star of the first magnitude had just arisen . " Tom and Maggie Tulliver are the central figures in her 15 next book , Mill on the Floss . In it she succeeded in interesting two continents in the simple ...
... appeared Thackeray said that " a star of the first magnitude had just arisen . " Tom and Maggie Tulliver are the central figures in her 15 next book , Mill on the Floss . In it she succeeded in interesting two continents in the simple ...
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... appeared . Subsequently , however , it sprang into sudden fame , and in a comparatively short time ran through thirteen editions . 10 It happened upon a November evening ( when I was about fifteen years old and outgrowing my strength ...
... appeared . Subsequently , however , it sprang into sudden fame , and in a comparatively short time ran through thirteen editions . 10 It happened upon a November evening ( when I was about fifteen years old and outgrowing my strength ...
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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...