Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Book 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 - Readers |
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... Seemed weary , worn with care ; His face was furrowed o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . " Young stranger , whither wanderest thou ? " Began the reverend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasures ...
... Seemed weary , worn with care ; His face was furrowed o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . " Young stranger , whither wanderest thou ? " Began the reverend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasures ...
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... seemed to think , for he was regarding the ap- propriation with a look of most rueful amazement . Be- sides these there was a long row of boys waiting , with countenances of no pleasant anticipation , to be treacled ; 15 and another ...
... seemed to think , for he was regarding the ap- propriation with a look of most rueful amazement . Be- sides these there was a long row of boys waiting , with countenances of no pleasant anticipation , to be treacled ; 15 and another ...
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... seemed to be . There was none of the noise and 20 clamor of a school - room ; none of its boisterous play or hearty mirth . The children sat crouching and shivering together , and seemed to lack the spirit to move about . The only pupil ...
... seemed to be . There was none of the noise and 20 clamor of a school - room ; none of its boisterous play or hearty mirth . The children sat crouching and shivering together , and seemed to lack the spirit to move about . The only pupil ...
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... seemed so populous . Jocund was the balmy air with laughter , whistle , and song . But the tree - gnomons ' threw the shadow of " one o'clock " on the green dial - face of 10 the earth ; the horses were unyoked and turned loose to graze ...
... seemed so populous . Jocund was the balmy air with laughter , whistle , and song . But the tree - gnomons ' threw the shadow of " one o'clock " on the green dial - face of 10 the earth ; the horses were unyoked and turned loose to graze ...
Page 80
... a rotten branch , that , under its own weight , broke off from the crumbling rock . Her eye , by some secret sympathy of her soul with the inanimate object , watched its fall , and it seemed to stop not far off , on a 80 SIXTH READER .
... a rotten branch , that , under its own weight , broke off from the crumbling rock . Her eye , by some secret sympathy of her soul with the inanimate object , watched its fall , and it seemed to stop not far off , on a 80 SIXTH READER .
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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.