Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Book 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 - Readers |
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... sure that you have grasped the idea . Study every allusion contained in the lesson , and try , if possible , to understand all the circumstances connected with the composition of the selection . 3d . Endeavor to be heard . Practice ...
... sure that you have grasped the idea . Study every allusion contained in the lesson , and try , if possible , to understand all the circumstances connected with the composition of the selection . 3d . Endeavor to be heard . Practice ...
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... sure to let it go ; whereas , on the least attempt to withdraw it , he would at once straiten his grip , and not again relax it for may- hap half an hour . In dealing with the lobster , on the 20 other hand , the fisher had to beware ...
... sure to let it go ; whereas , on the least attempt to withdraw it , he would at once straiten his grip , and not again relax it for may- hap half an hour . In dealing with the lobster , on the 20 other hand , the fisher had to beware ...
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... sure of victory , had taken the precaution of pick- ing out at an early stage of the contest . Nor was it with merely the edible that we busied ourselves on these journeys . The brilliant metallic plumage of the sea - mouse , steeped as ...
... sure of victory , had taken the precaution of pick- ing out at an early stage of the contest . Nor was it with merely the edible that we busied ourselves on these journeys . The brilliant metallic plumage of the sea - mouse , steeped as ...
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... sure would make a rich dye , like that extracted of old by the Tyrians " from a whelk which he had often seen on the beach near Alexandria . I learned , 20 too , to cultivate an acquaintance with some two or three species of doris ...
... sure would make a rich dye , like that extracted of old by the Tyrians " from a whelk which he had often seen on the beach near Alexandria . I learned , 20 too , to cultivate an acquaintance with some two or three species of doris ...
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... sure , been born , Had there not been some recompense To comfort those that mourn ! " O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the ...
... sure , been born , Had there not been some recompense To comfort those that mourn ! " O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , 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.