The Sprague Classic Readers: Book 1-5, Book 5, Part 1New York, 1904 |
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Page 11
... singing of a bird - While here an evening wind has A slope set thick with clove The fields have lost their ling The path is dusky thro ' the The clover is t to lose Her fragran gathering The skies are warm above h Th Th Th 12 And silent ...
... singing of a bird - While here an evening wind has A slope set thick with clove The fields have lost their ling The path is dusky thro ' the The clover is t to lose Her fragran gathering The skies are warm above h Th Th Th 12 And silent ...
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... Sing me your best song before I go . " " Here's the very finest song I know , Little Bell , " said he . And the blackbird piped ; you never hear Half so gay a song from any bird- Full of quips and wiles , Now so round and rich , now ...
... Sing me your best song before I go . " " Here's the very finest song I know , Little Bell , " said he . And the blackbird piped ; you never hear Half so gay a song from any bird- Full of quips and wiles , Now so round and rich , now ...
Page 39
... singing with all his might — a living sapphire dropped down from the walls of the beautiful city above . A most sanguine and imprudent bluebird certainly he must have been , though the day was so lovely and the great icicles on the ...
... singing with all his might — a living sapphire dropped down from the walls of the beautiful city above . A most sanguine and imprudent bluebird certainly he must have been , though the day was so lovely and the great icicles on the ...
Page 56
... singing a hymn of praise . " Jesu sweet ; recall , I pray , " Twas for me Thou trod'st Thy way , Lose me ne'er from ... singing had ceased , and all were kneeling and listening with hands raised to heaven while one of the group spoke ...
... singing a hymn of praise . " Jesu sweet ; recall , I pray , " Twas for me Thou trod'st Thy way , Lose me ne'er from ... singing had ceased , and all were kneeling and listening with hands raised to heaven while one of the group spoke ...
Page 57
... singing , the praying , the mystery of the whole thing , fascinated her exceedingly , and she often slipped away to join in the hymns and prayers to the God of the universe . But one fateful day the little band was discovered by some ...
... singing , the praying , the mystery of the whole thing , fascinated her exceedingly , and she often slipped away to join in the hymns and prayers to the God of the universe . But one fateful day the little band was discovered by some ...
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Page 236 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 18 - 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 143 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 217 - Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Page 5 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 161 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 161 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 143 - Sail on! Sail on! Sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l; speak and say — " He said: "Sail on! Sail on! and on!
Page 235 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Page 161 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.