Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Bücher 5Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1889 |
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... Hill Monument . . LXIII . Daniel Webster as an Orator . LXIV . Flowers · LXV . The Chariot Race . LXVI . The Storming of the Bastile LXVII . Thanatopsis . LXVIII . Character LXIX . Spring beside Walden LXX . Hannah Binding Shoes AUTHOR ...
... Hill Monument . . LXIII . Daniel Webster as an Orator . LXIV . Flowers · LXV . The Chariot Race . LXVI . The Storming of the Bastile LXVII . Thanatopsis . LXVIII . Character LXIX . Spring beside Walden LXX . Hannah Binding Shoes AUTHOR ...
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... hill in the center of prairies and groves that extended as far as the eye could reach , and where Alloüez ' had already raised the cross , which the savages had ornamented with brilliant skins and crim - 10 son belts , a thank offering ...
... hill in the center of prairies and groves that extended as far as the eye could reach , and where Alloüez ' had already raised the cross , which the savages had ornamented with brilliant skins and crim - 10 son belts , a thank offering ...
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... hills , and valleys and streams , had the same looks which they wore in his native place . There was snow on the ground when he set out , and it was some- times seen to be piled and matted on the thick trees " and bushes . At length it ...
... hills , and valleys and streams , had the same looks which they wore in his native place . There was snow on the ground when he set out , and it was some- times seen to be piled and matted on the thick trees " and bushes . At length it ...
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... up the valley , where merrily comes The brook that sparkles in diamond rills 15 20 25 . As the sun comes over the Hampshire hills . * What was it that passed like an ominous breath— Like 68 FIFTH READER . John Boyle O'Reilly.
... up the valley , where merrily comes The brook that sparkles in diamond rills 15 20 25 . As the sun comes over the Hampshire hills . * What was it that passed like an ominous breath— Like 68 FIFTH READER . John Boyle O'Reilly.
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... hill . It was not a sound - nor thing of sense- But a pain , like the pang of the short suspense That thrills the being of those who see At their feet the gulf of Eternity ! The air of the valley has felt the chill : The workers pause ...
... hill . It was not a sound - nor thing of sense- But a pain , like the pang of the short suspense That thrills the being of those who see At their feet the gulf of Eternity ! The air of the valley has felt the chill : The workers pause ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom Acadian ADDITIONAL READING SUGGESTED American arms beautiful began Ben-Hur birds boat born breath Burns caliphs called CHAMBERED NAUTILUS church cloud dark David Swan death deep died door earth Ellisland eyes face father feet fell fire flowers Goat Island grapeshot green Habersham hand head hear heard heart heaven HEIGHTS OF ABRAHAM hills honor horse Horseshoe hour Indian Jonathan King knew land light live looked lugger Mary Lamb mass ment morning mountain nature never night Note o'er Palmyra passed pirogue plain poems poet Rip Van Winkle river Robert Burns rock roll round Scotland seemed shore shouted side silent sing snow song soul sound stood storm Stubb sweet tell thee things thought tion trees turned valleys voice waves wild wind woods word Yale College young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 94 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Seite 429 - Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years...
Seite 345 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 286 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity, watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned...
Seite 433 - You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Seite 287 - The name of AMERICAN, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same Religion, Manners, Habits, and Political Principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the Independence and Liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts — of common dangers, sufferings, and successes.
Seite 344 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Seite 428 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Seite 94 - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon...
Seite 95 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest; there is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston; the war is inevitable, and let it come; I repeat it, sir, — let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace!