The Blodgett Readers by Grades, Book 7Ginn and Company, 1910 - Readers |
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... John Fiske , " Comets , " by Sir Robert Stawell Ball , " Ribaut's First Expedition , " by Francis Parkman , and " The Flag , " by Denis A. McCarthy ( Little , Brown & Co. ) ; " A Night among the Pines , " by Robert Louis Stevenson ...
... John Fiske , " Comets , " by Sir Robert Stawell Ball , " Ribaut's First Expedition , " by Francis Parkman , and " The Flag , " by Denis A. McCarthy ( Little , Brown & Co. ) ; " A Night among the Pines , " by Robert Louis Stevenson ...
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... John Ruskin 103 VENICE . Lord Byron 106 EACH AND ALL . Ralph Waldo Emerson Waldo 109 THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN . John Richard Green 110 THE MARCH TO BANNOCKBURN . Robert Burns SCOTIA . Robert V.
... John Ruskin 103 VENICE . Lord Byron 106 EACH AND ALL . Ralph Waldo Emerson Waldo 109 THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN . John Richard Green 110 THE MARCH TO BANNOCKBURN . Robert Burns SCOTIA . Robert V.
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... JOHN MOORE . Charles Wolfe 183 PHOENICIA . William Winwood Reade . 185 SAMSON . John Milton 190 COMETS . Robert Stawell Ball 194 HYMN TO MONT BLANC . Samuel Taylor Coleridge 206 RIBAUT'S FIRST EXPEDITION . Francis Parkman 211 A NIGHT ...
... JOHN MOORE . Charles Wolfe 183 PHOENICIA . William Winwood Reade . 185 SAMSON . John Milton 190 COMETS . Robert Stawell Ball 194 HYMN TO MONT BLANC . Samuel Taylor Coleridge 206 RIBAUT'S FIRST EXPEDITION . Francis Parkman 211 A NIGHT ...
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... JOHN FRANKLIN , BENJAMIN GILDER , JOSEPH B. GRAY , THOMAS . 48 . 137 . 109 . 217 43 245 231 110 , 222 GREEN , JOHN RICHARD HOMER HUNT , LEIGH JORDAN , DAVID STARR KEATS , JOHN LAGERLÖF , SELMA 155 , 160 , 174 59 . 242 . 240 . 80 MABIE ...
... JOHN FRANKLIN , BENJAMIN GILDER , JOSEPH B. GRAY , THOMAS . 48 . 137 . 109 . 217 43 245 231 110 , 222 GREEN , JOHN RICHARD HOMER HUNT , LEIGH JORDAN , DAVID STARR KEATS , JOHN LAGERLÖF , SELMA 155 , 160 , 174 59 . 242 . 240 . 80 MABIE ...
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... JOHN SCOTT , WALTER . SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM SHELLEY , PERCY BYSSHE . SHERIDAN , RICHARD BRINSLEY , SILL , EDWARD ROWLAND STEVENSON , ROBERT LOUIS TENNYSON , ALFRED WHITE , ANDREW D. WOLFE , CHARLES WORDSWORTH , WILLIAM PAGE 24 . 117 ...
... JOHN SCOTT , WALTER . SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM SHELLEY , PERCY BYSSHE . SHERIDAN , RICHARD BRINSLEY , SILL , EDWARD ROWLAND STEVENSON , ROBERT LOUIS TENNYSON , ALFRED WHITE , ANDREW D. WOLFE , CHARLES WORDSWORTH , WILLIAM PAGE 24 . 117 ...
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arms Balafré beauty birds brave breath Brutus Cæsar called Careless Cassius Charles cloud comet Cyrano Cyrano de Bergerac dark Dupin earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England English Excalibur eyes famous father fear fell France French Galeotti gave gold Greek hand Hatto head heard heart heaven Hector heroes horse JOHN JOHN MILTON Julius Cæsar King Arthur land letter lived looked Lord Louis Majesty mighty morning nest never night NORMAN DUNCAN NOTE Odysseus panther passed peace planets poem poet Poor Richard says prefect rest Ribaut river ROBERT STAWELL BALL round royal sail Saul SELMA LAGERLÖF ship shore Sir Bedivere Sir Oliver soldier stand stars stood sword tail thee thine things thou hast thought tree Tristan Venice Viscount voice WILLIAM WINWOOD READE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood
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Page 134 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Page 94 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 114 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 232 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 221 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Page 241 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 131 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 18 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Page 184 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Page 233 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...