The Golden Deed Book: A School Reader, Volume 6Macmillan, 1913 - 351 pages "This series ... introduces the pupil ... to the subject matter of morals, by means of fairy tale, myth, fable, allegory, parable, legend, stories of real life, of heroes and heroines, biography, and historical incident."--Preface. |
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... feeling strong , Here heave a sigh . Is there a man whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer , Yet runs , himself , life's mad career , Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and , thro ' the starting tear , Survey this ...
... feeling strong , Here heave a sigh . Is there a man whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer , Yet runs , himself , life's mad career , Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and , thro ' the starting tear , Survey this ...
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... feel the fog in my throat , The mist in my face , When the snows begin , and the blasts denote I am nearing the place , The power of the night , the press of the storm , The post of the foe ; Where he stands , the Arch Fear in a visible ...
... feel the fog in my throat , The mist in my face , When the snows begin , and the blasts denote I am nearing the place , The power of the night , the press of the storm , The post of the foe ; Where he stands , the Arch Fear in a visible ...
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... feeling was there to crush it down , for he thought : " If I cry out the Cry of the Captured , my Kinsfolk will be terrified , and they will fly away foodless . But if I lie still , then their hunger will be satisfied , and they may ...
... feeling was there to crush it down , for he thought : " If I cry out the Cry of the Captured , my Kinsfolk will be terrified , and they will fly away foodless . But if I lie still , then their hunger will be satisfied , and they may ...
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... feel so dreadfully lonely when , in 1778 , he and Joseph were taken by their father to France , and placed at school at Autun . Neither of them knew a word of French , but Joseph soon man- E aged to learn enough to make himself un ...
... feel so dreadfully lonely when , in 1778 , he and Joseph were taken by their father to France , and placed at school at Autun . Neither of them knew a word of French , but Joseph soon man- E aged to learn enough to make himself un ...
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... feel any warmer . It would be dreadful to wake up and to find that their beautiful castle had crumbled away ! Never before had there been so little diffi- culty in getting out of bed as when the boys woke up the next morning . No , it ...
... feel any warmer . It would be dreadful to wake up and to find that their beautiful castle had crumbled away ! Never before had there been so little diffi- culty in getting out of bed as when the boys woke up the next morning . No , it ...
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Page 213 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 237 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Csesar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Page 214 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Page 157 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 272 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on Life's parade shall meet TJiat brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 239 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 240 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 129 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 158 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings :Build thee more stately mansions...
Page 335 - I SING of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July flowers...