The Pacific Coast First [-fifth] Reader, Volumen4A. L. Bancroft, 1875 |
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... soon the flutter of the hoofs comes faintly to the ear . In another instant a whoop and a hurrah from the upper deck of our coach , a wave of the rider's hand , but no reply , and man and horse burst past our excited faces , and go ...
... soon the flutter of the hoofs comes faintly to the ear . In another instant a whoop and a hurrah from the upper deck of our coach , a wave of the rider's hand , but no reply , and man and horse burst past our excited faces , and go ...
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... the darkness , which was almost palpable , were truly appalling . Not a word was spoken , but every one stood as though waiting for some- thing to happen . 3. Soon the mate came forward again , and gave PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 45.
... the darkness , which was almost palpable , were truly appalling . Not a word was spoken , but every one stood as though waiting for some- thing to happen . 3. Soon the mate came forward again , and gave PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 45.
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3. Soon the mate came forward again , and gave an order , in a low tone , to clew up the main top - gallant sail ; and so impressive were the awe and silence that the clew - lines and bunt - lines were hauled up without any singing out ...
3. Soon the mate came forward again , and gave an order , in a low tone , to clew up the main top - gallant sail ; and so impressive were the awe and silence that the clew - lines and bunt - lines were hauled up without any singing out ...
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... fragrance round to - day . Love would wander Here and ponder- Hither poetry would dream ; Life's old questions , Sad suggestions , " Whence and whither ? " throng thy stream . 4. On the roaring wastes of ocean , Soon thy 50 FOURTH READER .
... fragrance round to - day . Love would wander Here and ponder- Hither poetry would dream ; Life's old questions , Sad suggestions , " Whence and whither ? " throng thy stream . 4. On the roaring wastes of ocean , Soon thy 50 FOURTH READER .
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4. On the roaring wastes of ocean , Soon thy scattered waves shall toss ; ' Mid the surges ' rhythmic thunder Shall thy silver tongues be lost . Oh ! thy glimmering rush of gladness Mocks this turbid life of mine , Racing to the wild ...
4. On the roaring wastes of ocean , Soon thy scattered waves shall toss ; ' Mid the surges ' rhythmic thunder Shall thy silver tongues be lost . Oh ! thy glimmering rush of gladness Mocks this turbid life of mine , Racing to the wild ...
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Página 200 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Página 204 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Página 239 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 239 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 238 - This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign Sails the unshadowed main, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings, In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 135 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Página 155 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 74 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Página 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.