Literature Reader, Volume 7California state printing office, 1916 |
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... thou at length art free , Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! -Oliver Wendell Holmes Questions : Why does the poet call the nautilus a ship of pearl with purpled wings ? ( It was a poetic fancy that this shellfish ...
... thou at length art free , Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! -Oliver Wendell Holmes Questions : Why does the poet call the nautilus a ship of pearl with purpled wings ? ( It was a poetic fancy that this shellfish ...
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... thou art weary and worn ! " And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away ! -Thomas Campbell Words : traversed - traveled ; fain - glad ...
... thou art weary and worn ! " And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away ! -Thomas Campbell Words : traversed - traveled ; fain - glad ...
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... And the lost opportunity , That cometh back no more to thee , In vain thou weep'st , in vain dost yearn : These three will nevermore return . -Author Unknown LIBERTY OR DEATH ( Patrick Henry was a member of 98 SEVENTH YEAR LITERATURE ...
... And the lost opportunity , That cometh back no more to thee , In vain thou weep'st , in vain dost yearn : These three will nevermore return . -Author Unknown LIBERTY OR DEATH ( Patrick Henry was a member of 98 SEVENTH YEAR LITERATURE ...
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... Thou , O God , of whom we hold Our country and our Freedom fair , Within Thy tender love enfold This land ; for all Thy people care . Uplift our hearts above our fortunes high , Let not the good we have make us forget The better things ...
... Thou , O God , of whom we hold Our country and our Freedom fair , Within Thy tender love enfold This land ; for all Thy people care . Uplift our hearts above our fortunes high , Let not the good we have make us forget The better things ...
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... Thou answerest not , " Murillo said ; ( The boy had stood in speechless fear . ) " Speak on ! " At last he raised his head And murmured , " No one has been here . " " " Tis false ! " Sebastian bent his knee , And clasped his hands ...
... Thou answerest not , " Murillo said ; ( The boy had stood in speechless fear . ) " Speak on ! " At last he raised his head And murmured , " No one has been here . " " " Tis false ! " Sebastian bent his knee , And clasped his hands ...
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Page 362 - Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also. And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.
Page 101 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Page 101 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Page 97 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 71 - 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 hair.
Page 65 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Page 70 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 97 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 101 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Page 333 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.