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... 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 ( Charles Scribner's ...
... 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 ( Charles Scribner's ...
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... COMETS . Robert Stawell Ball 194 HYMN TO MONT BLANC . Samuel Taylor Coleridge 206 RIBAUT'S FIRST EXPEDITION . Francis Parkman 211 A NIGHT PIECE . William Wordsworth 216 THE GROWTH OF A NATION . John Fiske 217 HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD ...
... COMETS . Robert Stawell Ball 194 HYMN TO MONT BLANC . Samuel Taylor Coleridge 206 RIBAUT'S FIRST EXPEDITION . Francis Parkman 211 A NIGHT PIECE . William Wordsworth 216 THE GROWTH OF A NATION . John Fiske 217 HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD ...
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... : confined , held in . Iwith these immixed : in the midst of these . the vulgar : the com- mon people . This was the original meaning of the word . - - 5 10 15 COMETS ROBERT STAWELL BALL SIR ROBERT STAWELL BALL is a 193.
... : confined , held in . Iwith these immixed : in the midst of these . the vulgar : the com- mon people . This was the original meaning of the word . - - 5 10 15 COMETS ROBERT STAWELL BALL SIR ROBERT STAWELL BALL is a 193.
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... comets , " and they exist in such numbers that an old astronomer has said there are " more comets in the sky than fishes in the sea , " though I think we ... comet , he will have hardly finished his picture of 194 COMETS Robert Stawell Ball.
... comets , " and they exist in such numbers that an old astronomer has said there are " more comets in the sky than fishes in the sea , " though I think we ... comet , he will have hardly finished his picture of 194 COMETS Robert Stawell Ball.
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... comet goes to the sun , the faster it moves ; and a case has been known in which a comet , 20 after coming in for an incalculable duration of time toward the sun , has acquired a speed so tremendous that in two hours it has whirled ...
... comet goes to the sun , the faster it moves ; and a case has been known in which a comet , 20 after coming in for an incalculable duration of time toward the sun , has acquired a speed so tremendous that in two hours it has whirled ...
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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...