The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 páginas |
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... HEART • J. G. Whittier Edward Everett G. H. Lewes Charles Dickens William Ware J. Brown , M.D. · 76 ៦ គឺ ៖ ៖ ៖ គ 96 105 · 110 · A. H. Everett • • 117 A. H. Everett Cicero 120 125 132 Mrs. H. B. Stowe 140 John Burroughs . 145 Mrs ...
... HEART • J. G. Whittier Edward Everett G. H. Lewes Charles Dickens William Ware J. Brown , M.D. · 76 ៦ គឺ ៖ ៖ ៖ គ 96 105 · 110 · A. H. Everett • • 117 A. H. Everett Cicero 120 125 132 Mrs. H. B. Stowe 140 John Burroughs . 145 Mrs ...
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... the counterweights we can muster to balance the sàd relations of life . God has made sunny spots in the heart ; why should we exclude the light from them ? 4 . Hamelin Town's in Brùnswick , By famous Hanover 16 THE SIXTH READER .
... the counterweights we can muster to balance the sàd relations of life . God has made sunny spots in the heart ; why should we exclude the light from them ? 4 . Hamelin Town's in Brùnswick , By famous Hanover 16 THE SIXTH READER .
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Lewis Baxter Monroe. 5 . Again to the battle , Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defìance ; Our land — the first garden of Liberty's tree- It has been , and shall yèt be , the land of the frèe ; For the cross of our faith is ...
Lewis Baxter Monroe. 5 . Again to the battle , Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defìance ; Our land — the first garden of Liberty's tree- It has been , and shall yèt be , the land of the frèe ; For the cross of our faith is ...
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... heart I give thee jòy , — I was once a barefoot boy ! 5. My heart leaps ùp when I behold A ráinbow in the sky ; So was it when my life begán ; So is it now I am a màn ; So be it when I shall grow òld , Or let me die ! The child is ...
... heart I give thee jòy , — I was once a barefoot boy ! 5. My heart leaps ùp when I behold A ráinbow in the sky ; So was it when my life begán ; So is it now I am a màn ; So be it when I shall grow òld , Or let me die ! The child is ...
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... heart . 3. I see the smoke of the furnaces where manacles and fetters are still forged for human limbs . I see the visages of those who by stealth and at midnight labor in this work of hèll , foul and dark , as may becòme the artificers ...
... heart . 3. I see the smoke of the furnaces where manacles and fetters are still forged for human limbs . I see the visages of those who by stealth and at midnight labor in this work of hèll , foul and dark , as may becòme the artificers ...
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Página 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Página 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Página 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Página 360 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Página 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 343 - 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 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Página 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...