Swinton's Fifth Reader and SpeakerAmerican Book Company, 1883 - 479 pages |
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... fathers BLED ! What can alone ennoble fight ? A noble CAUSE ! Not that I loved Cæsar LESS , but Rome MORE . And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here , Lowland or Highland , far or near , Lord Angus , thou HAST LIED ...
... fathers BLED ! What can alone ennoble fight ? A noble CAUSE ! Not that I loved Cæsar LESS , but Rome MORE . And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here , Lowland or Highland , far or near , Lord Angus , thou HAST LIED ...
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... father had promised to cane him if he ever stepped foot on sail or row boat , came down to the wharf , in a sour - grape humor , to see us off . Nothing would tempt him to go out on the river in such a crazy clam - shell of a boat . He ...
... father had promised to cane him if he ever stepped foot on sail or row boat , came down to the wharf , in a sour - grape humor , to see us off . Nothing would tempt him to go out on the river in such a crazy clam - shell of a boat . He ...
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... father : that is , Dr. Bacon . - ( 3 ) Landseer : Sir Edwin Landseer , an eminent English animal painter of this century . PART II . 1. For more than a year Brant was the pet and pride of the household . Every one loved him almost as ...
... father : that is , Dr. Bacon . - ( 3 ) Landseer : Sir Edwin Landseer , an eminent English animal painter of this century . PART II . 1. For more than a year Brant was the pet and pride of the household . Every one loved him almost as ...
Page 85
... father's room during one of those attacks ; nor , indeed , would he stir until the patient was able to rise and dress him- self . If my father was obliged to lie on the sofa during the day , Brant was at once full of sympathy , and ...
... father's room during one of those attacks ; nor , indeed , would he stir until the patient was able to rise and dress him- self . If my father was obliged to lie on the sofa during the day , Brant was at once full of sympathy , and ...
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... father heard me from the other end of the hall , and came down to shake hands with the little patient , and to speak a word of sympathy to him . Brant looked up at him with love shining from his dimmed eyes , and gave his little feeble ...
... father heard me from the other end of the hall , and came down to shake hands with the little patient , and to speak a word of sympathy to him . Brant looked up at him with love shining from his dimmed eyes , and gave his little feeble ...
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Page 422 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Page 420 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 401 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,— alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 399 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 414 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore : Nameless here for evermore.
Page 439 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 317 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 368 - 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; but there is no...
Page 418 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 400 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come...