The School Speaker and ReaderWilliam De Witt Hyde Ginn, 1900 - 474 strani |
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Stran 1
... silent journeys through field , forest , or ether after food ; new scenes are visited , and the weak separated from the strong and left to die . Then , sometimes by day , sometimes by night , the hosts meet , drawn together by a force ...
... silent journeys through field , forest , or ether after food ; new scenes are visited , and the weak separated from the strong and left to die . Then , sometimes by day , sometimes by night , the hosts meet , drawn together by a force ...
Stran 2
... silence which follows , so the migration suddenly ends , and the woods and fields become very still in the late Indian summer . All the beauty of sky and autumn foliage cannot bring the birds back to the silent forest . Warm though the ...
... silence which follows , so the migration suddenly ends , and the woods and fields become very still in the late Indian summer . All the beauty of sky and autumn foliage cannot bring the birds back to the silent forest . Warm though the ...
Stran 6
... silent and sinister by day , or when exposed to the scrutiny of their fellows ; but by night devils in thought , purpose , and action . To the owl everything which possesses the power of motion is , presumably , fit to be devoured ...
... silent and sinister by day , or when exposed to the scrutiny of their fellows ; but by night devils in thought , purpose , and action . To the owl everything which possesses the power of motion is , presumably , fit to be devoured ...
Stran 11
... silence and glistening eyes of the rough diggers hanging on , his voice outburst in that distant land his English song . It swelled his little throat and gushed from him with thrilling force and plenty , and every time he checked his ...
... silence and glistening eyes of the rough diggers hanging on , his voice outburst in that distant land his English song . It swelled his little throat and gushed from him with thrilling force and plenty , and every time he checked his ...
Stran 12
... silent , Our swallows flown away , ― But Robin's here in coat of brown , And scarlet breast - knot gay . Robin , Robin Redbreast , O Robin dear ! Robin sings so sweetly In the falling of the year . Bright yellow , red , and orange , The ...
... silent , Our swallows flown away , ― But Robin's here in coat of brown , And scarlet breast - knot gay . Robin , Robin Redbreast , O Robin dear ! Robin sings so sweetly In the falling of the year . Bright yellow , red , and orange , The ...
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Abraham Davenport American arms army battle bird blood brave breath British Captain Century Company cheer Copyright by Houghton courage crew cried daring dark dead death dread enemy England eyes face fear fell fight fire flag flowers forever FRANK BOlles G. P. Putnam's Sons GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glory grave guns GUSTAV KOBBÉ hand Harper & Brothers hear heart heaven HENRY HENRY CABOT LODGE HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY W hero hill JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN king land Lay him low liberty light live look Lord Maryland Mifflin morning never night numbers o'er Pages patriot roar rolling sail ship shore shot shout silent slave soldier soul Speeches stand steed stood storm streets sweet sword tears tell thee THEODORE ROOSEVELT thousand town troops victory Washington waves whip-poor-will wild wind woods young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 51 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Stran 75 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums. And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence, and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Stran 435 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Stran 339 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Stran 238 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
Stran 441 - 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...
Stran 442 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops ; Kind souls ! What; weep you, when you but behold Our Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Stran 65 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn? " "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now. speak, brave Admiral, speak and say" —...
Stran 443 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Stran 440 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend : And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.