The Fifth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1879 - 471 Seiten |
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... once got hold , they never let go , but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly . 2. Looking farther , I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants ; that it was not a duellum , but a ...
... once got hold , they never let go , but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly . 2. Looking farther , I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants ; that it was not a duellum , but a ...
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... once into his soul and showed you the goodness of his nature ; to this , there was something in his looks , and suneredded which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him FIFTH READER .
... once into his soul and showed you the goodness of his nature ; to this , there was something in his looks , and suneredded which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him FIFTH READER .
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... once more made sail , led by the duke's own galley , a present from his wife , upon the prow whereof the figure of a golden boy stood pointing toward England . By day , the banner of the three lions of Normandy , the divers - colored ...
... once more made sail , led by the duke's own galley , a present from his wife , upon the prow whereof the figure of a golden boy stood pointing toward England . By day , the banner of the three lions of Normandy , the divers - colored ...
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... once made to attract their mates . her choice , her male becomes very much attached to her , and , if she should be captured , pines and dies . But his song grows less , and , after the eggs are hatched , ceases altogether . The bird ...
... once made to attract their mates . her choice , her male becomes very much attached to her , and , if she should be captured , pines and dies . But his song grows less , and , after the eggs are hatched , ceases altogether . The bird ...
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... once heaved , and forever grew still ! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the ...
... once heaved , and forever grew still ! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the ...
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Seite 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Seite 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Seite 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Seite 249 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Seite 86 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.