Choice Literature, Book 5American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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... short stick for defense , being excessively fa- tigued I fell asleep , and slept more comfortably than I believe many could have done in my condition . In the morning I found myself greatly refreshed . When I awoke it was broad daylight ...
... short stick for defense , being excessively fa- tigued I fell asleep , and slept more comfortably than I believe many could have done in my condition . In the morning I found myself greatly refreshed . When I awoke it was broad daylight ...
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... short route to India . He never enjoyed that which would have been the best recompense for all his toil — the knowl- edge that he had added a vast continent to the posses- sions of civilized men . The revelation by Columbus of the ...
... short route to India . He never enjoyed that which would have been the best recompense for all his toil — the knowl- edge that he had added a vast continent to the posses- sions of civilized men . The revelation by Columbus of the ...
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... short . Then , as they could not feed upon gold and silver any more than old King Midas could , they found it necessary to go in search of better sustenance . Phips resolved to return to England . He arrived there in 1687 , and was ...
... short . Then , as they could not feed upon gold and silver any more than old King Midas could , they found it necessary to go in search of better sustenance . Phips resolved to return to England . He arrived there in 1687 , and was ...
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... short period before the arrival of the first pilgrims at Plymouth there had been a very grievous plague among the red men ; and the sages and ministers of that day were inclined to the opinion that Providence had sent this mortality in ...
... short period before the arrival of the first pilgrims at Plymouth there had been a very grievous plague among the red men ; and the sages and ministers of that day were inclined to the opinion that Providence had sent this mortality in ...
Page 85
... short , " continued the sol- dier , " I trudged forward for several miles until I came to a bridge over a deep ravine , through which ran a little thread of water almost dried up by the summer heat . At one end of the bridge was a ...
... short , " continued the sol- dier , " I trudged forward for several miles until I came to a bridge over a deep ravine , through which ran a little thread of water almost dried up by the summer heat . At one end of the bridge was a ...
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alcalde alguazil Alhambra apple tree Arabian horse arms began Boabdil Bob-o-link bright brought Captain Phips cave cavern chair CHARLES MACKAY chee cocked corporal cried Dame damsel donkey enchanted England English escribano eyes father fortress Fritz Gallego gold Governor Manco Granada Grandfather hand head heard heart hill horse hour Indians Katydid king knew land looked Mary Dyer Montcalm Moor Moorish morning mountain never night o'er Old Castile old governor old soldier passed Peregil piece poems Poor Richard says prisoner Quaker raft replied returned Rip Van Winkle river ROBERT MACKENZIE rock round sailed seal of Solomon seemed ship shore side Spain Spanish Spink steed stone stood story sweet thee things thou thought Ticonderoga toil took tower treasure vault vessel village WASHINGTON IRVING water carrier wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT William Phips wreck
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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!