Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] yearAmerican Book Company, 1907 - 360 ページ |
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... friends ' present talk would be . These bright accounts of travels , good - humored and witty discussions of ... friend's letter may be delightful , or necessary , 9.
... friends ' present talk would be . These bright accounts of travels , good - humored and witty discussions of ... friend's letter may be delightful , or necessary , 9.
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... friend in India ; if you could , you would ; you write instead : that is merely a way of carrying the voice . But a book is written , not to multiply the voice merely , not to carry it merely , but to preserve it . The author has ...
... friend in India ; if you could , you would ; you write instead : that is merely a way of carrying the voice . But a book is written , not to multiply the voice merely , not to carry it merely , but to preserve it . The author has ...
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... friends . Avoid that class of literature which has a knowing tone ; it is the most poisonous of all . Every good book , or piece of book , is full of admiration and awe ; and it always leads you to reverence or love something with your ...
... friends . Avoid that class of literature which has a knowing tone ; it is the most poisonous of all . Every good book , or piece of book , is full of admiration and awe ; and it always leads you to reverence or love something with your ...
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... friends , and I was deter- mined to prove myself worthy of their friendship . From " Arthur Bonnicastle , " published by Charles Scribner's Sons . - J. G. HOLLAND . MOSES GOES TO THE FAIR As we were now to hold up our heads a little ...
... friends , and I was deter- mined to prove myself worthy of their friendship . From " Arthur Bonnicastle , " published by Charles Scribner's Sons . - J. G. HOLLAND . MOSES GOES TO THE FAIR As we were now to hold up our heads a little ...
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... friends beside her ? Only her country's foes . The faces of her kinsfolk , The days of childhood flown , The echoes of her mountains Reclaimed her as their own ! Nothing she heard around her ( Though shouts rang forth again ) , Gone ...
... friends beside her ? Only her country's foes . The faces of her kinsfolk , The days of childhood flown , The echoes of her mountains Reclaimed her as their own ! Nothing she heard around her ( Though shouts rang forth again ) , Gone ...
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150 ページ - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
226 ページ - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
227 ページ - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
208 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, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
224 ページ - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
59 ページ - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
127 ページ - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
205 ページ - At this critical moment, a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!
168 ページ - Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And "What mockery or malice have we here?
185 ページ - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...