New National Fifth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1884 - 480 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR 58. - A THANKSGIVING 61. THE SONG OF STEAM . 64. - MIDSUMMER Frederick Whittaker . 224 237 Alfred Tennyson . 248 . Lucy Larcom . 259 G. W. Cutter . 273 • J. T. Trowbridge . 287 LESSON 67. - THE FACE AGAINST THE ...
... DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR 58. - A THANKSGIVING 61. THE SONG OF STEAM . 64. - MIDSUMMER Frederick Whittaker . 224 237 Alfred Tennyson . 248 . Lucy Larcom . 259 G. W. Cutter . 273 • J. T. Trowbridge . 287 LESSON 67. - THE FACE AGAINST THE ...
Pagina 19
... Death of the Old Year , " by TENNYSON . When the world is dark with tempests , When thunder rolls and lightning flies , Thou lookest forth in thy beauty from the clouds , And laughest at the storm . From " Ossian , " by MACPHERSON ...
... Death of the Old Year , " by TENNYSON . When the world is dark with tempests , When thunder rolls and lightning flies , Thou lookest forth in thy beauty from the clouds , And laughest at the storm . From " Ossian , " by MACPHERSON ...
Pagina 43
... death of her mother cast a gloom over her young life . The effects of her bereavement may be noticed in an undertone of sadness throughout her writings . Mrs. Allen's career as a writer began at a very FIFTH READER . 43.
... death of her mother cast a gloom over her young life . The effects of her bereavement may be noticed in an undertone of sadness throughout her writings . Mrs. Allen's career as a writer began at a very FIFTH READER . 43.
Pagina 47
... about doing good . And in her early , happy death , he who stood by her bed , smoothed her pillow , and lightened her last moments by his undying affection , was the little Pierre of former days , -now rich , accomplished FIFTH READER . 47.
... about doing good . And in her early , happy death , he who stood by her bed , smoothed her pillow , and lightened her last moments by his undying affection , was the little Pierre of former days , -now rich , accomplished FIFTH READER . 47.
Pagina 48
... death , in 1836 , was universally deplored . Notes . — Pierre is a French name , corresponding to our name Peter . The term composer is applied only to authors of musical com- positions . Elocution . In what manner should the ...
... death , in 1836 , was universally deplored . Notes . — Pierre is a French name , corresponding to our name Peter . The term composer is applied only to authors of musical com- positions . Elocution . In what manner should the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 439 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Pagina 27 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Pagina 456 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Pagina 405 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Pagina 454 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Pagina 394 - So all night long the storm roared on; The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below — A universe of sky and snow!
Pagina 455 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Pagina 456 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch...
Pagina 379 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Pagina 58 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.