The Fifth ReaderBenziger Bros., 1905 - 468 ページ |
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... NIGHT . HOHENLINDEN . - Thomas Camp- Thomas Moore .. 229 bell 362 STAVOREN 230 DREAM CHILDREN : A REVERIE . - Charles Lamb 238 THE DESTRUCTION OF POMPEII . - Edward Bulwer - Lytton .... 363 THE BLESSED VIRGIN . - James , NEW YEAR'S ...
... NIGHT . HOHENLINDEN . - Thomas Camp- Thomas Moore .. 229 bell 362 STAVOREN 230 DREAM CHILDREN : A REVERIE . - Charles Lamb 238 THE DESTRUCTION OF POMPEII . - Edward Bulwer - Lytton .... 363 THE BLESSED VIRGIN . - James , NEW YEAR'S ...
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... night he sought shelter under an oak tree near a beautiful pool of water . Where the oak stood is now an altar , on which is daily offered the holy sacri- fice of the Mass . The pool , too , is still there , as the many who have been ...
... night he sought shelter under an oak tree near a beautiful pool of water . Where the oak stood is now an altar , on which is daily offered the holy sacri- fice of the Mass . The pool , too , is still there , as the many who have been ...
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... night in the forest . Toward dawn she found herself in a little glade , in which was an oak and a pool of water ; as she stood there she heard distinctly borne on the air the words , " O , Mary ! O , Mary ! " to which the water sent ...
... night in the forest . Toward dawn she found herself in a little glade , in which was an oak and a pool of water ; as she stood there she heard distinctly borne on the air the words , " O , Mary ! O , Mary ! " to which the water sent ...
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... night , for it was not there when Ella's servants were at the pool . Each of the three stems of this lily bore a flower whose leaves were of burnished silver , and on looking close Ella saw in letters of red , like those of a missal ...
... night , for it was not there when Ella's servants were at the pool . Each of the three stems of this lily bore a flower whose leaves were of burnished silver , and on looking close Ella saw in letters of red , like those of a missal ...
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... night overtakes us here , I will light a fire again , and bring down another palm tree ; you shall eat the cabbage , and I will make a screen of the leaves to shelter you . " In the meantime , being somewhat rested , Virginia gathered ...
... night overtakes us here , I will light a fire again , and bring down another palm tree ; you shall eat the cabbage , and I will make a screen of the leaves to shelter you . " In the meantime , being somewhat rested , Virginia gathered ...
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164 ページ - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
391 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
392 ページ - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
366 ページ - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
338 ページ - 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.
392 ページ - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they screa,m out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
165 ページ - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
367 ページ - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
137 ページ - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
387 ページ - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...