The New Century Readers by Grades, Band 6Rand, McNally, 1901 - 159 Seiten |
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... Hill From a Speech made on the Laying of the Corner Stone of Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825 . The St. Bernard Hospice · . Harriet Beecher Stowe 120 From the " Ascent to St. Bernard " in " Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands . " The ...
... Hill From a Speech made on the Laying of the Corner Stone of Bunker Hill Monument , June 17 , 1825 . The St. Bernard Hospice · . Harriet Beecher Stowe 120 From the " Ascent to St. Bernard " in " Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands . " The ...
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... hill of the Lord ? And who shall stand in his holy place ? He that hath clean hands , and a pure heart ; Who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity , And hath not sworn deceitfully . He shall receive a blessing from the Lord , And ...
... hill of the Lord ? And who shall stand in his holy place ? He that hath clean hands , and a pure heart ; Who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity , And hath not sworn deceitfully . He shall receive a blessing from the Lord , And ...
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... hills of Ten- nessee . It is still more fortunate that he was equal to the occasion . He did not deplore , in helpless despair , the scarcity of his resources ; he did not write to his Government that he could not defend New Orleans ...
... hills of Ten- nessee . It is still more fortunate that he was equal to the occasion . He did not deplore , in helpless despair , the scarcity of his resources ; he did not write to his Government that he could not defend New Orleans ...
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... hill , Along the heath , and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne ...
... hill , Along the heath , and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne ...
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... hill , to defend their strong post against the attack of the Normans . All were on foot ; those who had horses made use of them only to carry them to the field , and got down when the time came for actual fighting . The army was made up ...
... hill , to defend their strong post against the attack of the Normans . All were on foot ; those who had horses made use of them only to carry them to the field , and got down when the time came for actual fighting . The army was made up ...
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Absalom Acadian angel army beauty bells beneath billows blood bosom Bregenz brow BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cassius Caudle CHARLES GAYARRÉ colonies dark death deep Don Quixote DOUGLAS WILLIAM JERROLD earth EDWARD AUGUSTUS FREEMAN English eyes father feel fire give gold grim rocks hand happiness hath hear heart heaven HENRY WATTERSON hill honor human JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER labor land liberty lift light living look Lord LORD BYRON ment mighty mind moon morning mountain NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS nation nature never night noble Normans o'er ocean passed patriot peace pride repose rise river Lee rolling round Sancho Shandon shore silent snow song soul sound spirit stand stone stood sweet swells tears thee thine thing thou tion toil tolling troops umbrella voice weary wind wood
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Seite 52 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Seite 147 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Seite 101 - ... sort of people who think that nothing exists but what is gross and material, and who, therefore, far from being qualified to be directors of the great movement of empire, are not fit to turn a wheel in the machine. But to men truly initiated and rightly taught, these ruling and master principles which, in the opinion of such men as I have mentioned, have no substantial existence, are in truth everything, and all in all. Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom ; and a great empire...
Seite 147 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Seite 15 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Seite 70 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Seite 133 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Seite 101 - England worship freedom, they will turn their faces towards you. The more they multiply, the more friends you will have; the more ardently they love liberty, the more perfect will be their obedience. Slavery they can have anywhere. It is a weed that grows in every soil.
Seite 155 - 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
Seite 83 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.