Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] yearAmerican Book Company, 1907 - 360 pages |
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... note of love or warning ; And turtle doves reëcho , plaintively , From upland fields , a soft , melodious mourning . A golden haze conceals the horizon , A golden sunshine slants across the meadows ; The pride and prime of summer time ...
... note of love or warning ; And turtle doves reëcho , plaintively , From upland fields , a soft , melodious mourning . A golden haze conceals the horizon , A golden sunshine slants across the meadows ; The pride and prime of summer time ...
Page 23
... note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' the sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleased with ...
... note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' the sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleased with ...
Page 73
... note , the drum's loud beat , And through the wide land everywhere The answering tread of hurrying feet ; While the first oath of Freedom's gun Came on the blast from Lexington ; And Concord , roused , no longer tame , Forgot her old ...
... note , the drum's loud beat , And through the wide land everywhere The answering tread of hurrying feet ; While the first oath of Freedom's gun Came on the blast from Lexington ; And Concord , roused , no longer tame , Forgot her old ...
Page 99
... notes , which are easily distinguishable by such as are well acquainted with those of our various birds . of song , are bold and full and varied , seemingly , beyond all limits . They consist of short expressions of two , three , or at ...
... notes , which are easily distinguishable by such as are well acquainted with those of our various birds . of song , are bold and full and varied , seemingly , beyond all limits . They consist of short expressions of two , three , or at ...
Page 100
... notes he exactly imi- tates . Even birds themselves are frequently imposed on by this admirable mimic , and are decoyed by the fancied call of their mates , or dive , with precipitation , into the depths of thickets , at the scream of ...
... notes he exactly imi- tates . Even birds themselves are frequently imposed on by this admirable mimic , and are decoyed by the fancied call of their mates , or dive , with precipitation , into the depths of thickets , at the scream of ...
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Page 150 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 226 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Page 227 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 208 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 224 - 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 59 - 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 127 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 205 - At this critical moment, a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. "Hush, Rip!
Page 168 - Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And "What mockery or malice have we here?
Page 185 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...