The Stoddard Library: Hindoo lit.-KingsleyG.L. Shuman & Company, 1913 - Anthologies |
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... boys , get out of the way ! Here comes the wonderful one - hoss - shay , Drawn by a rat - tailed , ewe - necked bay . " Huddup ! " said the parson . Off went they . - The parson was working his Sunday's text , Had got to fifthly , and ...
... boys , get out of the way ! Here comes the wonderful one - hoss - shay , Drawn by a rat - tailed , ewe - necked bay . " Huddup ! " said the parson . Off went they . - The parson was working his Sunday's text , Had got to fifthly , and ...
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... boy dressed up very fine , who puts his finger in his mouth and takes to crying , if other boys make fun of him , looks very silly . But if he turns red in the face and knotty in the fists , and makes an example of the biggest of his ...
... boy dressed up very fine , who puts his finger in his mouth and takes to crying , if other boys make fun of him , looks very silly . But if he turns red in the face and knotty in the fists , and makes an example of the biggest of his ...
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... boy's head , just taken off by its sudden and unexpected descent , and left outside upon the sidewalk ) had come down " by the run . " ] -Should you like to hear what moderate wishes life brings one to at last ? I used to be very ...
... boy's head , just taken off by its sudden and unexpected descent , and left outside upon the sidewalk ) had come down " by the run . " ] -Should you like to hear what moderate wishes life brings one to at last ? I used to be very ...
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... boys with their teacher at their head . - But then the Professor has one of his burrows in that region , and puts everything in high colors relating to it . That is his way about everything . I hold any man cheap , - he said , - · of ...
... boys with their teacher at their head . - But then the Professor has one of his burrows in that region , and puts everything in high colors relating to it . That is his way about everything . I hold any man cheap , - he said , - · of ...
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... boy ! There goes my ink ! ) Thou cherub - but of earth ; Fit playfellow for Fays , by moonlight pale , In harmless sport and mirth , ( That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail ! ) Thou human humming - bee , extracting honey From ...
... boy ! There goes my ink ! ) Thou cherub - but of earth ; Fit playfellow for Fays , by moonlight pale , In harmless sport and mirth , ( That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail ! ) Thou human humming - bee , extracting honey From ...
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Page 412 - heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a Nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, — "In God is our trust;" And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave I
Page 405 - SUN OF MY SOUL SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Page 426 - Ster n Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace: Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 223 - spoke more low, But cheerily still: and said, " I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. RONDEAU JENNY
Page 405 - Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant slumbers, pure and light. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. MORNING
Page 411 - who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pollution ! No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph
Page 146 - seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 223 - RONDEAU JENNY kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd me.
Page 382 - Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Page 381 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these ? what maidens loath ? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild