The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Book 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... writer , was born in New Orleans . She has por- trayed the Creole life of her native city with sympathy and with fidelity . The work of the year is over . The cane crop has been made into sugar . The corn is stored in its cribs . The ...
... writer , was born in New Orleans . She has por- trayed the Creole life of her native city with sympathy and with fidelity . The work of the year is over . The cane crop has been made into sugar . The corn is stored in its cribs . The ...
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... writer , was born at Great Ancoats , Manchester . He was called to the bar , but never engaged in the practice of law . In 1846 he moved to London , and a few years later became editor of the famous London Athenæum . In his later life ...
... writer , was born at Great Ancoats , Manchester . He was called to the bar , but never engaged in the practice of law . In 1846 he moved to London , and a few years later became editor of the famous London Athenæum . In his later life ...
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... writer of English prose . Poet , student , soldier , 10 sailor , courtier , orator , historian , statesman , — in each and every sphere he seemed to have a special power and a separate life . In the second place , Raleigh is still a ...
... writer of English prose . Poet , student , soldier , 10 sailor , courtier , orator , historian , statesman , — in each and every sphere he seemed to have a special power and a separate life . In the second place , Raleigh is still a ...
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... writer , pencil maker , farmer , recluse , 5 each in its turn . Personally Thoreau was exceedingly odd . His habits were solitary . For weeks at a time he would tramp the woods alone . To show that man's happiness is independent of ...
... writer , pencil maker , farmer , recluse , 5 each in its turn . Personally Thoreau was exceedingly odd . His habits were solitary . For weeks at a time he would tramp the woods alone . To show that man's happiness is independent of ...
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... writer whose books are growing in popular favor . He was born in Macon , Georgia , educated in Oglethorpe College , served as a private through the Civil War , contracted consumption from the 5 exposed life of a soldier , and , after ...
... writer whose books are growing in popular favor . He was born in Macon , Georgia , educated in Oglethorpe College , served as a private through the Civil War , contracted consumption from the 5 exposed life of a soldier , and , after ...
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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...