Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 - Readers |
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... hills , when mighty mountains were like the furnace of a smith , you would have known what it was to fear the flames , and to be thankful that you were spared . Come , lads , come ; ' tis time to be doing now , and to cease talking ...
... hills , when mighty mountains were like the furnace of a smith , you would have known what it was to fear the flames , and to be thankful that you were spared . Come , lads , come ; ' tis time to be doing now , and to cease talking ...
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... hill far inland . If we keep that light open from the hill , we shall do well ; but if not , we shall surely go to pieces . " " Gentlemen , we must be prompt , " exclaimed the pilot ; " we have but a mile to go , and the ship appears to ...
... hill far inland . If we keep that light open from the hill , we shall do well ; but if not , we shall surely go to pieces . " " Gentlemen , we must be prompt , " exclaimed the pilot ; " we have but a mile to go , and the ship appears to ...
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... hill shall have its treasured name , every river shall keep some solemn title , every valley and every lake shall cherish its honored register ; and , till the mountains are worn out and the rivers forget to flow , till the clouds are ...
... hill shall have its treasured name , every river shall keep some solemn title , every valley and every lake shall cherish its honored register ; and , till the mountains are worn out and the rivers forget to flow , till the clouds are ...
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... hill , Where oft we have sung ' neath its wide - spreading shade , And kept time to the click of the mill ? The mill has gone to decay , Ben Bolt , And a quiet now reigns all around ; See the old rustic porch , with its roses so sweet ...
... hill , Where oft we have sung ' neath its wide - spreading shade , And kept time to the click of the mill ? The mill has gone to decay , Ben Bolt , And a quiet now reigns all around ; See the old rustic porch , with its roses so sweet ...
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... hill , and saw a grand prospect ; and because the place was called Campmount , he looked for a Roman camp , and found the ruins of one . Then he went on , and saw twenty more things ; and so on , till he had brought home curiosities and ...
... hill , and saw a grand prospect ; and because the place was called Campmount , he looked for a Roman camp , and found the ruins of one . Then he went on , and saw twenty more things ; and so on , till he had brought home curiosities and ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annabel Lee Annie arms Ben Bolt Boabdil Bob-o-link born breath brook called chee clouds cried dark dead dear death Deerslayer door East Enoch eyes face father fear feet fire FRANCIS MILES FINCH Ghost give governor hand head hear heard heart heaven hill hollow horse hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane Jacob Marley JAMES FENIMORE COOPER keeper knew land light live looked Lord marabout master merry mind morning never night o'er Old Castile passed Philip pleasure poems poor pride PUPIL round Schoolhouse Scrooge shouted side silent sing Sleepy Hollow smile soldier sound stand star-spangled banner steed stood sweet tell thee things thou thought tree turned voice walk WASHINGTON IRVING watch wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word young
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Page 389 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 475 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Page 411 - 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...
Page 453 - There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable. And let it come ! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace.
Page 328 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 387 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Page 453 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Page 323 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Page 348 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 348 - Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. 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.