The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 páginas |
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Lewis Baxter Monroe. A cottage girl trips by with side - long look , Steadying the little basket on her head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook , She stops to see her fair form shadowed . Page 276 THE SIXTH READER BY LEWIS B.
Lewis Baxter Monroe. A cottage girl trips by with side - long look , Steadying the little basket on her head ; And where a plank bridges the narrow brook , She stops to see her fair form shadowed . Page 276 THE SIXTH READER BY LEWIS B.
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... look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are , how mighty , and how frèe ! Ye are the things that tòwer , that shìne ; whose smile Makes glád - whose frown is tèrrible ; whose forms , Robed or unrobed , do all the ...
... look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are , how mighty , and how frèe ! Ye are the things that tòwer , that shìne ; whose smile Makes glád - whose frown is tèrrible ; whose forms , Robed or unrobed , do all the ...
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... looks of these bloody men . 2. O ! I have lost you all ! Parents and home and friends . 3. The shepherd saunters last : —but why Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously , Looks up the creature's fàce ? VI ...
... looks of these bloody men . 2. O ! I have lost you all ! Parents and home and friends . 3. The shepherd saunters last : —but why Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously , Looks up the creature's fàce ? VI ...
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... look còld , And shoot a chìllness to my trembling heart . 3. I see the smoke of the furnaces where manacles and fetters are still forged for human lìmbs . I see the visages of those who by stealth and at midnight labor in this work of ...
... look còld , And shoot a chìllness to my trembling heart . 3. I see the smoke of the furnaces where manacles and fetters are still forged for human lìmbs . I see the visages of those who by stealth and at midnight labor in this work of ...
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Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath brother Catiline Charles the Bold child clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hyder Ali KARST land light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Medford town morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean Paul Revere Pleiades poet poor pray retina rise rocks round sail Scrooge ship shore shout silent sing smile soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet sword T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thing thou thought thunder tone Trinity College turned utter village maid voice watch waves wind word young
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Página 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Página 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Página 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 381 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.