Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Book 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 - Readers |
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... Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge 257 L. The First Voyage of Columbus . William Robertson 277 LI . Literature , a Study of Human Nature LII . The Water - gate of the Tower John Henry Newman 285 William H. Dixon 288 LIII . The Cry ...
... Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge 257 L. The First Voyage of Columbus . William Robertson 277 LI . Literature , a Study of Human Nature LII . The Water - gate of the Tower John Henry Newman 285 William H. Dixon 288 LIII . The Cry ...
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... ancient lobster my uncle regarded the lobster as a more intelligent animal than the crab . The hole in which the lobster lodges has almost always 25 two openings , he has said , through one of which it some- times contrives to escape ...
... ancient lobster my uncle regarded the lobster as a more intelligent animal than the crab . The hole in which the lobster lodges has almost always 25 two openings , he has said , through one of which it some- times contrives to escape ...
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... ancient magician , in rendering itself invisible , was an especial favorite ; though its great size , and the wild 10 stories I had read about its congener , " the tarantula , made me cultivate its acquaintance somewhat at a dis- tance ...
... ancient magician , in rendering itself invisible , was an especial favorite ; though its great size , and the wild 10 stories I had read about its congener , " the tarantula , made me cultivate its acquaintance somewhat at a dis- tance ...
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... ancient cairns , and in old dry stone walls , and were so 25 invincibly brave in defending their homesteads that they never gave up the quarrel till they died ; and , above all , the yellow - zoned humblebees , that lodged deep in the ...
... ancient cairns , and in old dry stone walls , and were so 25 invincibly brave in defending their homesteads that they never gave up the quarrel till they died ; and , above all , the yellow - zoned humblebees , that lodged deep in the ...
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... ancient world is glancing and flashing there . There is Pan's pipe , there are the songs of Apollo . Seated in my library at night , and looking on the silent faces of my books , I am occasionally visited 30 by a strange sense of the ...
... ancient world is glancing and flashing there . There is Pan's pipe , there are the songs of Apollo . Seated in my library at night , and looking on the silent faces of my books , I am occasionally visited 30 by a strange sense of the ...
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Page 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; 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.
Page 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Page 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.