Literature for Fifth-reader Grades ...Butler, Sheldon & Company, 1902 - Readers |
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... young people never reach the high school , and for them chiefly this book has been pre- pared . The more elementary work involved in reading has been mastered , or should have been mastered , before the fifth - reader grades are reached ...
... young people never reach the high school , and for them chiefly this book has been pre- pared . The more elementary work involved in reading has been mastered , or should have been mastered , before the fifth - reader grades are reached ...
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... young officer . There- fore , let us await its biddings . " " For my part , " said Paul Hover , looking about him with no unequivocal expression of concern , " I acknowl- edge that should this dry bed of weeds get fairly THE PRAIRIE ON ...
... young officer . There- fore , let us await its biddings . " " For my part , " said Paul Hover , looking about him with no unequivocal expression of concern , " I acknowl- edge that should this dry bed of weeds get fairly THE PRAIRIE ON ...
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... young officer inquired of his cockswain : - " Is there any whale - line in the boat , to make fast to that harpoon which you bear about with you in fair weather or foul ? " " I never trust the boat from the schooner without part of a ...
... young officer inquired of his cockswain : - " Is there any whale - line in the boat , to make fast to that harpoon which you bear about with you in fair weather or foul ? " " I never trust the boat from the schooner without part of a ...
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... bear one harmless through so severe a trial , the youthful captive before him might hope for success in the hazardous race he was about to run . Insensibly the young man drew nigher to the swarthy lines of the Hurons 26 LITERATURE.
... bear one harmless through so severe a trial , the youthful captive before him might hope for success in the hazardous race he was about to run . Insensibly the young man drew nigher to the swarthy lines of the Hurons 26 LITERATURE.
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... young stranger was lost . Nothing could be distinguished but a dark mass of human forms tossed and involved in inexplicable con- fusion . Arms , gleaming knives , and formidable clubs appeared above them , but the blows were evidently ...
... young stranger was lost . Nothing could be distinguished but a dark mass of human forms tossed and involved in inexplicable con- fusion . Arms , gleaming knives , and formidable clubs appeared above them , but the blows were evidently ...
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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.