Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] yearAmerican Book Company, 1907 - 360 páginas |
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... hear it . But on other terms ? -no . If you will not rise to them , they cannot stoop to you . Very ready we are to say of a book , " How good this is that is just what I think ! " But the right feeling is , " How strange that is ! I ...
... hear it . But on other terms ? -no . If you will not rise to them , they cannot stoop to you . Very ready we are to say of a book , " How good this is that is just what I think ! " But the right feeling is , " How strange that is ! I ...
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... hear of . A common book will often give you amusement , but it is only a noble book which will give you dear friends . Avoid that class of literature which has a knowing tone ; it is the most poisonous of all . Every good book , or ...
... hear of . A common book will often give you amusement , but it is only a noble book which will give you dear friends . Avoid that class of literature which has a knowing tone ; it is the most poisonous of all . Every good book , or ...
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... hear the mother's call which gathers them again . These were my hens and chickens . It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods and still sustain themselves in the neighborhood of towns , suspected ...
... hear the mother's call which gathers them again . These were my hens and chickens . It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods and still sustain themselves in the neighborhood of towns , suspected ...
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... hear their whinnering at night . Commonly I rested an hour or two in the shade at noon , after planting , and ate my lunch and read a little by a spring , which was the source of a swamp and of a brook . The approach to this was through ...
... hear their whinnering at night . Commonly I rested an hour or two in the shade at noon , after planting , and ate my lunch and read a little by a spring , which was the source of a swamp and of a brook . The approach to this was through ...
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... hear the rain amid the leaves , " Tis all a myth that autumn grieves ! ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves , For , list the wind among the sheaves ; Far sweeter than the breath of May , Or storied scents of old Cathay , It blends the ...
... hear the rain amid the leaves , " Tis all a myth that autumn grieves ! ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves , For , list the wind among the sheaves ; Far sweeter than the breath of May , Or storied scents of old Cathay , It blends the ...
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Alice Cary arms asked began Bell of Atri bells bird breast Bregenz Brutus Cæsar captain castle child cold cried Czar dark Davis Strait door elder English Eppie eyes face father feet fell fire flowers France friends Gavroche green hand Hans Christian Andersen hath head hear heard heart Hervé Riel hole honorable icebergs knew Lafayette land Little Gavroche live looked Marquis de Lafayette morning mother mountain never night noble Nolan o'er Odense OLIVER GOLDSMITH ouzel passed play poor Rip Van Winkle river rock round seemed ship shout Silas Silas Deane Silas Marner silent sleep Socrates song speak stone stood story sweet tact talk tell thee things thou thought tink told took turned village voice W. M. THACKERAY wind woods words young
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Página 150 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 226 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Página 227 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 208 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Página 224 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 59 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Página 127 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Página 205 - At this critical moment, a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!
Página 168 - Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And "What mockery or malice have we here?
Página 185 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...