The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Book 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... leaves , that he wished he had not been so boastful ; but there 25 was Blair behind him , astride of the roof , her eyes fastened on him with a somewhat defiant gaze . He thought how Steve would jeer if he knew he 18 THE HILL READERS.
... leaves , that he wished he had not been so boastful ; but there 25 was Blair behind him , astride of the roof , her eyes fastened on him with a somewhat defiant gaze . He thought how Steve would jeer if he knew he 18 THE HILL READERS.
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... leaves in that aspen bower , 15 There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he ...
... leaves in that aspen bower , 15 There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he ...
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... leaves of the cane whitened with frost , they will see the plantation hands sally forth , men and women 15 together , with the gleaming cane knives in their hands . Each will take a row , and as the overseer gives the word the bright ...
... leaves of the cane whitened with frost , they will see the plantation hands sally forth , men and women 15 together , with the gleaming cane knives in their hands . Each will take a row , and as the overseer gives the word the bright ...
Page 123
... leaving camp to bring back three partridges for our Sun- 10 day dinner . My own little flock had grown a bit tired of trout and canned foods ; and a taste of young broiled partridges , which I had recently given them , had left them ...
... leaving camp to bring back three partridges for our Sun- 10 day dinner . My own little flock had grown a bit tired of trout and canned foods ; and a taste of young broiled partridges , which I had recently given them , had left them ...
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... leaves . Again the leader called . The flock drew itself up , like a row of gray - brown statues , every eye bright , every ear listening , till some vague sense 10 of fear and danger drew them together ; and they huddled on the ground ...
... leaves . Again the leader called . The flock drew itself up , like a row of gray - brown statues , every eye bright , every ear listening , till some vague sense 10 of fear and danger drew them together ; and they huddled on the ground ...
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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...