Seventh ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 258 sidor |
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... thousand years and more . Her battlements and towers , From off their rocky steep , Have cast their trembling shadow For ages on the deep . 1 By Adelaide A. Procter , an English poet ( 1825-1864 ) . Mountain and lake and valley A sacred ...
... thousand years and more . Her battlements and towers , From off their rocky steep , Have cast their trembling shadow For ages on the deep . 1 By Adelaide A. Procter , an English poet ( 1825-1864 ) . Mountain and lake and valley A sacred ...
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... thousands ; and living as nature designed them to live , they enjoyed its many blessings . In- stead of amusements in close rooms , the sport of the fields was theirs . At night they met in the green 1 An Indian legend . meadows beneath ...
... thousands ; and living as nature designed them to live , they enjoyed its many blessings . In- stead of amusements in close rooms , the sport of the fields was theirs . At night they met in the green 1 An Indian legend . meadows beneath ...
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... thousands of white flowers were seen there , and the Indians gave them this name , wah - be- gwan - nee ( white lily ) . Children ! when you see the lily on the waters , take it in your hands and hold it to the skies . So may it be ...
... thousands of white flowers were seen there , and the Indians gave them this name , wah - be- gwan - nee ( white lily ) . Children ! when you see the lily on the waters , take it in your hands and hold it to the skies . So may it be ...
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... thousand years ago , Whose slender hands were nothing worth , Whether to plow , or reap , or sow . Upon an empty tortoise shell He stretched some cords , and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless , or brimmed their eyes with ...
... thousand years ago , Whose slender hands were nothing worth , Whether to plow , or reap , or sow . Upon an empty tortoise shell He stretched some cords , and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless , or brimmed their eyes with ...
Sida 51
... , but pondered On the volume in his hand , Wherein amazed he read : 1 From " The Golden Legend , " by Henry W. Longfellow . SEVENTH READER 4 " A thousand years in thy sight Are but as 51 The Monk Felix Bee Hunting Henry W Longfellow.
... , but pondered On the volume in his hand , Wherein amazed he read : 1 From " The Golden Legend , " by Henry W. Longfellow . SEVENTH READER 4 " A thousand years in thy sight Are but as 51 The Monk Felix Bee Hunting Henry W Longfellow.
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Sida 91 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts; Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts.
Sida 255 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sida 193 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?
Sida 145 - Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Sida 251 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Sida 116 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — • ' Now tread we a measure !
Sida 117 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps...
Sida 212 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
Sida 114 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Sida 119 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.