Choice Literature, Book 5American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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... whole world of thought and fancy and imagination ? To the company of saint and sage , of the wisest and wittiest at their wisest and wittiest moment ? That it enables us to see with the keenest eyes , hear with the finest ears , and ...
... whole world of thought and fancy and imagination ? To the company of saint and sage , of the wisest and wittiest at their wisest and wittiest moment ? That it enables us to see with the keenest eyes , hear with the finest ears , and ...
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... whole ship , piece by piece ; but preparing the twelfth time to go on board , I found the wind began to rise . However , I went on board at low water , and though I thought I had rummaged the cabin so effectually that nothing more could ...
... whole ship , piece by piece ; but preparing the twelfth time to go on board , I found the wind began to rise . However , I went on board at low water , and though I thought I had rummaged the cabin so effectually that nothing more could ...
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... whole life to the writing of history . No other writer has told in so interesting and so clear a manner the story of the long struggle between France and England for the possession of North America . Pupils should be led to read ...
... whole life to the writing of history . No other writer has told in so interesting and so clear a manner the story of the long struggle between France and England for the possession of North America . Pupils should be led to read ...
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... whole value of the recovered treasure , plate , bullion , precious stones , and all , was estimated at more than two millions of dollars . It was dangerous to even look at such a vast amount of wealth . A sea captain who had assisted ...
... whole value of the recovered treasure , plate , bullion , precious stones , and all , was estimated at more than two millions of dollars . It was dangerous to even look at such a vast amount of wealth . A sea captain who had assisted ...
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... whole province of Acadia , and returned to Boston with a great deal of plunder . " " " Why , Grandfather , he was the greatest man that ever sat in the chair ! " cried Charley . " Ask Laurence what he thinks , " replied Grandfather ...
... whole province of Acadia , and returned to Boston with a great deal of plunder . " " " Why , Grandfather , he was the greatest man that ever sat in the chair ! " cried Charley . " Ask Laurence what he thinks , " replied Grandfather ...
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alcalde alguazil Alhambra apple tree Arabian horse arms began Boabdil Bob-o-link bright brought Captain Phips cave cavern chair CHARLES MACKAY chee cocked corporal cried Dame damsel donkey enchanted England English escribano eyes father fortress Fritz Gallego gold Governor Manco Granada Grandfather hand head heard heart hill horse hour Indians Katydid king knew land looked Mary Dyer Montcalm Moor Moorish morning mountain never night o'er Old Castile old governor old soldier passed Peregil piece poems Poor Richard says prisoner Quaker raft replied returned Rip Van Winkle river ROBERT MACKENZIE rock round sailed seal of Solomon seemed ship shore side Spain Spanish Spink steed stone stood story sweet thee things thou thought Ticonderoga toil took tower treasure vault vessel village WASHINGTON IRVING water carrier wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT William Phips wreck
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Page 77 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 203 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 79 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 255 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 259 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting, that The sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that There will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Page 232 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Page 211 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 42 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Page 101 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!