Choice Readings from Standard and Popular Authors: Comp. and ArrangedGinn & Company, 1912 - 710 pages |
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... half a dozen others , some with axes and some with rifles , for no one stirs far from the camp without his firearm , so as to be ready either for wild deer or wild Indian . After proceeding some distance we came to an open glade on the ...
... half a dozen others , some with axes and some with rifles , for no one stirs far from the camp without his firearm , so as to be ready either for wild deer or wild Indian . After proceeding some distance we came to an open glade on the ...
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... half heart - hunger peering from her face . One night , when I came home unusual late , Too hungry and too tired to feel first - rate , Her supper struck me wrong , ( though I'll allow She hadn't much to strike with , anyhow ) ; And ...
... half heart - hunger peering from her face . One night , when I came home unusual late , Too hungry and too tired to feel first - rate , Her supper struck me wrong , ( though I'll allow She hadn't much to strike with , anyhow ) ; And ...
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... half - minute speech . She handed back no words She didn't frown ; she didn't s as I could hear ; hed a tear ; Half proud , half crush'd , she stood and look'd me o'er , before ! Like some one she had never seen But such a sudden ...
... half - minute speech . She handed back no words She didn't frown ; she didn't s as I could hear ; hed a tear ; Half proud , half crush'd , she stood and look'd me o'er , before ! Like some one she had never seen But such a sudden ...
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... half the way . So , with a short " Good - bye , " I shut the door , And left her as I never had before . But , when at noon my lunch I came to eat , Put up by her so delicately neat , Choicer , somewhat , than yesterday's had been , And ...
... half the way . So , with a short " Good - bye , " I shut the door , And left her as I never had before . But , when at noon my lunch I came to eat , Put up by her so delicately neat , Choicer , somewhat , than yesterday's had been , And ...
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... cabin home I found , Half hoping she might be there , safe and sound ; But each time ' twas an unavailing care : My house had lost its soul ; she was not there ! THE FIRST SETTLER'S STORY . When , climbing the wet 24 CHOICE READINGS .
... cabin home I found , Half hoping she might be there , safe and sound ; But each time ' twas an unavailing care : My house had lost its soul ; she was not there ! THE FIRST SETTLER'S STORY . When , climbing the wet 24 CHOICE READINGS .
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY arms bear beautiful bells bless blood brave breast breath Bregenz brow child Claudius clouds Commodus cried dark dead dear death Decemvir deep dream Earth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fellah flowers gazed girl Goody Cole grave Hampton River hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour Kate Shelly King Lady laugh Lictors light lips live look look'd Lord Mac-Morlan morning mother never night o'er once PARTHENIA pass'd poor pray prayer R. H. DANA ring river round S. T. COLERIDGE Sandalphon seem'd shore shouted silence smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree turn'd Twas Virg Virginia voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wood words young
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Page 291 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Page 19 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 197 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 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 ! 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...
Page 329 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 459 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ;' But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 210 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer....
Page 207 - 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 471 - 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. 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.
Page 207 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 328 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.