Choice Literature, Book 5American Book Company, 1912 |
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... Indians Nathaniel Hawthorne 69 Robert Mackenzie 74 Felicia D. Hemans 77 Oliver Wendell Holmes 78 The Pilgrims The Landing of the Pilgrims Old Ironsides Governor Manco and the Soldier Home , Sweet Home The First Thanksgiving Day You and ...
... Indians Nathaniel Hawthorne 69 Robert Mackenzie 74 Felicia D. Hemans 77 Oliver Wendell Holmes 78 The Pilgrims The Landing of the Pilgrims Old Ironsides Governor Manco and the Soldier Home , Sweet Home The First Thanksgiving Day You and ...
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... Indian as they were not known to make use of metal armor . There is a rude stone tower at Newport , R.I. , which at the time of the discovery of the skeleton was supposed to have been built by the Northmen , though that is no longer ...
... Indian as they were not known to make use of metal armor . There is a rude stone tower at Newport , R.I. , which at the time of the discovery of the skeleton was supposed to have been built by the Northmen , though that is no longer ...
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... Indians ornamented himself with gold and jewels . The walls of the houses glittered with pearls . There was a fountain , if one might but find it , whose waters bestowed perpetual youth upon the bather . The wildest romances were ...
... Indians ornamented himself with gold and jewels . The walls of the houses glittered with pearls . There was a fountain , if one might but find it , whose waters bestowed perpetual youth upon the bather . The wildest romances were ...
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... Indian life . He devoted his whole life to the writing of history . No other writer has told in so interesting and so clear a manner the story of the long struggle between France and England for the possession of North America . Pupils ...
... Indian life . He devoted his whole life to the writing of history . No other writer has told in so interesting and so clear a manner the story of the long struggle between France and England for the possession of North America . Pupils ...
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... Indians of Cuba and Hispianola , that on the Island of Bimini , said to be one of the Bahamas , there was a fountain of such virtue , that , bathing in its waters , old men resumed their youth . It was said , moreover , that on a ...
... Indians of Cuba and Hispianola , that on the Island of Bimini , said to be one of the Bahamas , there was a fountain of such virtue , that , bathing in its waters , old men resumed their youth . It was said , moreover , that on a ...
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Page 77 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 203 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 79 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 255 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 259 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting, that The sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that There will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Page 232 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Page 211 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 42 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Page 101 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!