Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] year, Book 8American Book Company, 1907 |
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... sides of the room by short impulses , like the squirrel , which it resembled in its motions . At length , as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day , it ran up my clothes and along my sleeve and round and round the paper which held ...
... sides of the room by short impulses , like the squirrel , which it resembled in its motions . At length , as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day , it ran up my clothes and along my sleeve and round and round the paper which held ...
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... side , it was found with the rest in exactly the same position ten minutes afterwards . They are not callow like the young of most birds , but more per- fectly developed and precocious even than chickens . The remarkably adult yet ...
... side , it was found with the rest in exactly the same position ten minutes afterwards . They are not callow like the young of most birds , but more per- fectly developed and precocious even than chickens . The remarkably adult yet ...
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... side to side , and , as I saw on looking nearer , had already divested him of several of his members . They fought with more pertinacity than bulldogs . Neither manifested the least dis- position to retreat . It was evident that their ...
... side to side , and , as I saw on looking nearer , had already divested him of several of his members . They fought with more pertinacity than bulldogs . Neither manifested the least dis- position to retreat . It was evident that their ...
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... , ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves ! ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves , Behold the wondrous web she weaves ! By viewless hands her thread is spun Of evening vapors shyly won . Across the grass , from side to side , A 22.
... , ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves ! ' Tis all a myth that autumn grieves , Behold the wondrous web she weaves ! By viewless hands her thread is spun Of evening vapors shyly won . Across the grass , from side to side , A 22.
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First-[eighth] year Stratton Duluth Brooks. Across the grass , from side to side , A myriad unseen shuttles glide Throughout the night , till on the height Aurora leads the laggard light . Behold the wondrous web she weaves , ' Tis all a ...
First-[eighth] year Stratton Duluth Brooks. Across the grass , from side to side , A myriad unseen shuttles glide Throughout the night , till on the height Aurora leads the laggard light . Behold the wondrous web she weaves , ' Tis all a ...
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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...
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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...