A First [-fifth] Reader, Volume 5Ginn and Company, 1910 - Readers |
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... Wind , " by Paul Hamilton Hayne ( Lothrop , Lee & Shepard Co. ) ; " The Doors of Opportunity , " by Hamilton Wright Mabie ( Hall & Locke Company , publishers of The Young Folks ' Library ) ; " Hatto the Hermit , " by Selma Lagerlöf ...
... Wind , " by Paul Hamilton Hayne ( Lothrop , Lee & Shepard Co. ) ; " The Doors of Opportunity , " by Hamilton Wright Mabie ( Hall & Locke Company , publishers of The Young Folks ' Library ) ; " Hatto the Hermit , " by Selma Lagerlöf ...
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... WIND . Paul Hamilton Hayne 66 THE SNOW IMAGE - I . Nathaniel Hawthorne . 68 THE SNOW IMAGE - II . 75 THE ROBIN . Sidney Lanier 85 GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER I. Washington Irving GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER II 86 94 WASHINGTON ...
... WIND . Paul Hamilton Hayne 66 THE SNOW IMAGE - I . Nathaniel Hawthorne . 68 THE SNOW IMAGE - II . 75 THE ROBIN . Sidney Lanier 85 GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER I. Washington Irving GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER II 86 94 WASHINGTON ...
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... wind . He wore a shirt of coarse yellow linen , a cravat twisted into a string , trousers of blue drill- ing , and an old gray tattered blouse , patched on one of the elbows with a bit of green cloth sewed on with twine . 25 He carried ...
... wind . He wore a shirt of coarse yellow linen , a cravat twisted into a string , trousers of blue drill- ing , and an old gray tattered blouse , patched on one of the elbows with a bit of green cloth sewed on with twine . 25 He carried ...
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... wind is harsh on the Alps . You must 5 be cold , sir . " up . Each time that he uttered the word sir , in a voice which was so gently grave and polished , the man's face lighted Sir to a convict is like a glass of water to a man dy- ing ...
... wind is harsh on the Alps . You must 5 be cold , sir . " up . Each time that he uttered the word sir , in a voice which was so gently grave and polished , the man's face lighted Sir to a convict is like a glass of water to a man dy- ing ...
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... the poplars showed The white of their leaves , the amber grain Shrunk in the wind- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain ! LOST IN THE STORM WILLIAM J. LONG WILLIAM J. LONG. 28 BEFORE THE RAIN Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
... the poplars showed The white of their leaves , the amber grain Shrunk in the wind- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain ! LOST IN THE STORM WILLIAM J. LONG WILLIAM J. LONG. 28 BEFORE THE RAIN Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
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Page 370 - 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 468 - 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 457 - 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 477 - 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 367 - 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 281 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Page 240 - 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 369 - By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
Page 420 - 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 469 - 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...