Stories of Heroic Deeds: For Boys and GirlsAmerican Book Company, 1887 - 151 Seiten |
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... lived , wore the ears of a donkey . III - BAUCIS AND PHILEMON . 1. On a certain hill in Phrygia stand a linden- tree and an oak . Not far from the spot are a marsh , and a lake which was once the site of a thriving village . Once on a ...
... lived , wore the ears of a donkey . III - BAUCIS AND PHILEMON . 1. On a certain hill in Phrygia stand a linden- tree and an oak . Not far from the spot are a marsh , and a lake which was once the site of a thriving village . Once on a ...
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... lived so long , and we wish to pass from life together in the same hour . " 6. The prayer was granted . For many years they were the keepers of the temple , and when they were very old , as they stood before the steps of the sacred ...
... lived so long , and we wish to pass from life together in the same hour . " 6. The prayer was granted . For many years they were the keepers of the temple , and when they were very old , as they stood before the steps of the sacred ...
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... lived in the beauti- ful caves of tufa , and bathed in the warm springs three times a day ; and , as for clothes , it was so warm there that the gentlemen walked about in little besides a cocked hat and a pair of straps , or some light ...
... lived in the beauti- ful caves of tufa , and bathed in the warm springs three times a day ; and , as for clothes , it was so warm there that the gentlemen walked about in little besides a cocked hat and a pair of straps , or some light ...
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... lived miserably on roots and nuts , and all the weakly little chil dren had great stomachs , and then died . " 12. " Why , " said Tom , " they are growing no better than savages . " " And look how ugly they are all getting ! " said ...
... lived miserably on roots and nuts , and all the weakly little chil dren had great stomachs , and then died . " 12. " Why , " said Tom , " they are growing no better than savages . " " And look how ugly they are all getting ! " said ...
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... in the battle and the murder that fol- lowed . 2. Near the scene of the Wyoming battle lived a Quaker , named Slocum , who had been a great friend of the Indians . For a time no one INDIAN STORIES . 39 Frances Slocum.
... in the battle and the murder that fol- lowed . 2. Near the scene of the Wyoming battle lived a Quaker , named Slocum , who had been a great friend of the Indians . For a time no one INDIAN STORIES . 39 Frances Slocum.
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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...