Choice Literature, Book 5American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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... give his time wholly to literature . He died in 1882. Among his longer poems are " Miles Standish , " " Evangeline , " " Hiawatha , " " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " The Golden Legend , " " Building of the Ship , " and " The Span- ish ...
... give his time wholly to literature . He died in 1882. Among his longer poems are " Miles Standish , " " Evangeline , " " Hiawatha , " " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " The Golden Legend , " " Building of the Ship , " and " The Span- ish ...
Page 45
... give you good news . Some useful animals are still alive ; a cow , a donkey , two goats , six sheep , a ram , and a fine sow . I was but just in time to save their lives by feeding them . " " All these things are excellent indeed ...
... give you good news . Some useful animals are still alive ; a cow , a donkey , two goats , six sheep , a ram , and a fine sow . I was but just in time to save their lives by feeding them . " " All these things are excellent indeed ...
Page 79
... give her to the god of storms , The lightning and the gale ! 1 Harpy : An extortioner ; a rapacious person ; a plunderer . GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER WASHINGTON IRVING Washington Irving was born in the city of New York in 1783 . He ...
... give her to the god of storms , The lightning and the gale ! 1 Harpy : An extortioner ; a rapacious person ; a plunderer . GOVERNOR MANCO AND THE SOLDIER WASHINGTON IRVING Washington Irving was born in the city of New York in 1783 . He ...
Page 101
... give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; The birds singing gayly that come at my call Give me these , and the peace of mind , dearer than all . Home , home , etc. THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY MARGARET J. PRESTON Margaret J. Preston was ...
... give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; The birds singing gayly that come at my call Give me these , and the peace of mind , dearer than all . Home , home , etc. THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY MARGARET J. PRESTON Margaret J. Preston was ...
Page 103
... give us the pumpkin pie ! " So , bravely the preparations went on for the Autumn feast ; The deer and the bear were slaughtered ; wild game from the greatest to least Was heaped in the colony cabins ; brown home - THE FIRST THANKSGIVING ...
... give us the pumpkin pie ! " So , bravely the preparations went on for the Autumn feast ; The deer and the bear were slaughtered ; wild game from the greatest to least Was heaped in the colony cabins ; brown home - THE FIRST THANKSGIVING ...
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Page 77 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 203 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 79 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 255 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 259 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting, that The sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that There will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Page 232 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Page 211 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 42 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Page 101 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!