Choice Literature: For Grammar Grades, Book 2American Book Company, 1898 - Readers |
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... OCTOPUS . From " The Toilers of the THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO . From " Les Misérables ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 7 SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS AT CAPUA THE RIME OF THE. 22 PAGR Victor Hugo 17 Sea " Victor Hugo 29 " 9 Victor Hugo 42 ...
... OCTOPUS . From " The Toilers of the THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO . From " Les Misérables ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 7 SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS AT CAPUA THE RIME OF THE. 22 PAGR Victor Hugo 17 Sea " Victor Hugo 29 " 9 Victor Hugo 42 ...
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... Octopus . The Battle of Waterloo . JONES , SIR WILLIAM . PAGE 279 17 199 What constitutes a State ? Kellogg , ELIJAH 167 Spartacus to the Gladiators at Capua . KNOX , WILLIAM . 245 Oh , why should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud ...
... Octopus . The Battle of Waterloo . JONES , SIR WILLIAM . PAGE 279 17 199 What constitutes a State ? Kellogg , ELIJAH 167 Spartacus to the Gladiators at Capua . KNOX , WILLIAM . 245 Oh , why should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud ...
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... OCTOPUS From " The Toilers of the Sea " VICTOR HUGO UST as Gilliatt was making up his mind to resign himself to sea urchins and sea chestnuts , a splash was made at his feet . A huge crab , frightened by his approach , had just dropped ...
... OCTOPUS From " The Toilers of the Sea " VICTOR HUGO UST as Gilliatt was making up his mind to resign himself to sea urchins and sea chestnuts , a splash was made at his feet . A huge crab , frightened by his approach , had just dropped ...
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... point burrowed under his armpit . Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his knife , which THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 31.
... point burrowed under his armpit . Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his knife , which THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 31.
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... octopus ( devil fish ) . To believe in the octopus , one must have seen it . Com- pared with it , the hydras of old are laughable . At certain moments one is tempted to think that the intan ... octopus has THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 33.
... octopus ( devil fish ) . To believe in the octopus , one must have seen it . Com- pared with it , the hydras of old are laughable . At certain moments one is tempted to think that the intan ... octopus has THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 33.
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Alba Longa ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Cary Antony arms army Bass Bassanio battle Battle of Waterloo beneath blood blow Blücher Boisberthelot born breast breath Brutus Cæsar cannon carronade Casca Cassius cavalry clouds Clusium cuirassiers dark dead death deck doth earth English Exeunt eyes father fear fire Genappe Gilliatt gunner hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor Horatius horse hundred Lars Porsena Laun light live look lord loud Mark Antony Napoleon never night noble o'er octopus poems Portia pray PUPIL rain Ramoth ring Roman Rome round sabers sail seemed shadow ship Shylock side smile soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet sword tell thee thine THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY thou thought thousand Titinius Toussaint L'Ouverture turned VICTOR HUGO voice waves weather wild wind
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Page 250 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 328 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 253 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 326 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 194 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 124 - 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. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; • Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed —...
Page 465 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 252 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
Page 331 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...