Stories of Heroic Deeds: For Boys and GirlsAmerican Book Company, 1887 - 151 Seiten |
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... were growing threatening of late . But when the first night had worn away in safety , they began to feel easier , and gave themselves up to the Thanksgiv ing preparations . 10. " O Obed ! " said Joe , as INDIAN STORIES . 45.
... were growing threatening of late . But when the first night had worn away in safety , they began to feel easier , and gave themselves up to the Thanksgiv ing preparations . 10. " O Obed ! " said Joe , as INDIAN STORIES . 45.
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... feel- ing in the cupboard for any chance balls that might have been left behind , when he stumbled over something that nearly threw him headlong . It was the forgotten jack - lantern . With a sudden thought he pulled off his coat and ...
... feel- ing in the cupboard for any chance balls that might have been left behind , when he stumbled over something that nearly threw him headlong . It was the forgotten jack - lantern . With a sudden thought he pulled off his coat and ...
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... feel as if you hardly had energy enough to move , and when the very trees droop their dusty leaves , too lazy to hold up their heads , Schuyler and his family were sitting in the large hall , when a servant entered and told the general ...
... feel as if you hardly had energy enough to move , and when the very trees droop their dusty leaves , too lazy to hold up their heads , Schuyler and his family were sitting in the large hall , when a servant entered and told the general ...
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... feel strong again , and , clasping the little maid's hand tightly in his own , he rose and left the tempter , and went away with the child who had saved him and his country from dishonor . Gorgo was only ten years old then , but she was ...
... feel strong again , and , clasping the little maid's hand tightly in his own , he rose and left the tempter , and went away with the child who had saved him and his country from dishonor . Gorgo was only ten years old then , but she was ...
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... feel sure that she was strong and true to the last , even when her brave husband , Leonidas , lay dead in the fearful pass of Thermopyla , and she was left to mourn in the royal palace at Sparta . XXXIII . - ALEXANDER SELKIRK . 1 ...
... feel sure that she was strong and true to the last , even when her brave husband , Leonidas , lay dead in the fearful pass of Thermopyla , and she was left to mourn in the royal palace at Sparta . XXXIII . - ALEXANDER SELKIRK . 1 ...
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Seite 117 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Seite 143 - 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...
Seite 116 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Seite 144 - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave: Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
Seite 76 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!
Seite 117 - Religion! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appeared.
Seite 128 - ... he said, who had an American heart in his bosom who would not have thrown open his fields, his barns, his cellars, the doors of his house, the portals of his breast, to have received with open arms the meanest soldier in that little band of famished patriots? Where is the man? There he stands — but whether the heart of an American beats in his bosom you, gentlemen, are to judge.
Seite 94 - ... How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Seite 76 - And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle. "Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of...
Seite 118 - And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest...