Standard Classic Reader: Book- for the -grade, Book 4Educational Publishing Company, 1914 |
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... young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep ; And in the vats of Luna , This year , the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome . 20 70 75 1353 80 85 30 35 95 There HORATIUS AT ...
... young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep ; And in the vats of Luna , This year , the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome . 20 70 75 1353 80 85 30 35 95 There HORATIUS AT ...
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... young and old in circle Around the firebrands close ; When the girls are weaving baskets , And the lads are shaping bows ; When the goodman mends his armor , And trims his helmet's plume ; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily Goes ...
... young and old in circle Around the firebrands close ; When the girls are weaving baskets , And the lads are shaping bows ; When the goodman mends his armor , And trims his helmet's plume ; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily Goes ...
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... young man before he knew any home more comfortable than one made of logs . On February 12 , 1809 , he was born in one of these rough cabins . There was but one room , one door and no windows , and out on that little clearing in Kentucky ...
... young man before he knew any home more comfortable than one made of logs . On February 12 , 1809 , he was born in one of these rough cabins . There was but one room , one door and no windows , and out on that little clearing in Kentucky ...
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... young man was . He was in demand at every gathering for pleasure or for work . He soon began to meet a better class of people . In 1834 , when but twenty - five years old , this honest , hard working , roughly built frontiersman , six ...
... young man was . He was in demand at every gathering for pleasure or for work . He soon began to meet a better class of people . In 1834 , when but twenty - five years old , this honest , hard working , roughly built frontiersman , six ...
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... young apostles be , Who , following in War's bloody trail , Shall every lingering wrong assail ; All chains from limb and spirit strike , Uplift the black and white alike ; Scatter before their swift advance The darkness and the ...
... young apostles be , Who , following in War's bloody trail , Shall every lingering wrong assail ; All chains from limb and spirit strike , Uplift the black and white alike ; Scatter before their swift advance The darkness and the ...
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ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS army Asgard Atalanta Baldur battle beautiful born brave bridge Brunhilde Cæsar called castle Clusium coal court cried death Dewey died dream earth England English Ernest Esther Explain eyes father fear Frigg Gawaine gods gold golden H. A. GUERBER Haman hand hast head heard heart heaven HELPS FOR STUDY Hercules hero hills Hippomenes Horatius horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane iron Izanami Jews King Arthur King Pellinore king's land Lars Porsena live look lord Mordecai mother mountain never night noble Odin once palace passed Phrixos poem poet Prince Queen river rock Roman Rustum sent ships shouted Siegfried Sir Launfal Sir Tor Sleepy Hollow smile soldiers Solomon Stone Face stood story Susa-no-o sword tell thee thou thought told took trees turned valley voice words young youth
Popular passages
Page 336 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 65 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
Page 335 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Page 32 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 335 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 214 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 132 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Page 117 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 197 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 60 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.