The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 pages |
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... heart 15 thrilling to mine . Noble Fulano ! I did not check or guide him . He saw all . He knew all . All was his doing . Over the slippery rocks , plunging through the loose stones , on went the horse , we clinging as we might . The ...
... heart 15 thrilling to mine . Noble Fulano ! I did not check or guide him . He saw all . He knew all . All was his doing . Over the slippery rocks , plunging through the loose stones , on went the horse , we clinging as we might . The ...
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... hearts , true faith , and ready hands ; 10 Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; 15 Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy ; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor , men who will not lie ; Men who can stand ...
... hearts , true faith , and ready hands ; 10 Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; 15 Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy ; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor , men who will not lie ; Men who can stand ...
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... heart ? And oh was it meet that - no requiem read o'er him , No mother to weep , and no friend to deplore him , 5 And thou , little guardian , alone stretched before him Unhonored the Pilgrim from life should depart ? When a Prince to ...
... heart ? And oh was it meet that - no requiem read o'er him , No mother to weep , and no friend to deplore him , 5 And thou , little guardian , alone stretched before him Unhonored the Pilgrim from life should depart ? When a Prince to ...
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... hearts ache 15 to read the story of her toil , of her bleeding feet , of her encounters with rude plunderers , her ... heart to 25 see in the blazing sunlight , on the edge of the Muscovite plains , the great , shining domes of the ...
... hearts ache 15 to read the story of her toil , of her bleeding feet , of her encounters with rude plunderers , her ... heart to 25 see in the blazing sunlight , on the edge of the Muscovite plains , the great , shining domes of the ...
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... hearts . Abridged . Autocrat of all the Russias : the czar , who rules with absolute authority . - Tobolsk a government of western Siberia . — Mus'covite : Russian . The name of ancient Russia was Muscovy . THE DAWN OF PEACE JOHN RUSKIN ...
... hearts . Abridged . Autocrat of all the Russias : the czar , who rules with absolute authority . - Tobolsk a government of western Siberia . — Mus'covite : Russian . The name of ancient Russia was Muscovy . THE DAWN OF PEACE JOHN RUSKIN ...
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Page 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Page 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Page 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 364 - 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 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Page 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.