A Second Class ReaderSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 278 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea , Our thoughts as boundless , and our souls as free , Far as the breeze can bear , the billows foam , Survey our empire , and behold our home . The very law which moulds a tear , And bids it ...
... O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea , Our thoughts as boundless , and our souls as free , Far as the breeze can bear , the billows foam , Survey our empire , and behold our home . The very law which moulds a tear , And bids it ...
Pàgina 15
... o'er him , " Do not shoot us , Hiawatha . " Sang the robin , sang the bluebird , " Do not shoot us , Hiawatha . " Up the oak tree , close beside him , Sprang the squirrel , lightly leaping In and out among the branches ; Coughed and ...
... o'er him , " Do not shoot us , Hiawatha . " Sang the robin , sang the bluebird , " Do not shoot us , Hiawatha . " Up the oak tree , close beside him , Sprang the squirrel , lightly leaping In and out among the branches ; Coughed and ...
Pàgina 19
... o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings , But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these quiet haunts with thee , Till the eating cares of earth should depart , And the peace of the ...
... o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings , But I wish that fate had left me free To wander these quiet haunts with thee , Till the eating cares of earth should depart , And the peace of the ...
Pàgina 24
... o'er thy head The morning light has burst . And unto earth's true watcher , thus , When his dark hours have passed , Will come " the day - spring from on high , " To cheer his path at last . Bright symbol of fidelity , Still may I think ...
... o'er thy head The morning light has burst . And unto earth's true watcher , thus , When his dark hours have passed , Will come " the day - spring from on high , " To cheer his path at last . Bright symbol of fidelity , Still may I think ...
Pàgina 34
... o'er the tide - worn steep . A bark from India's coral strand , Before the raging blast , Had veiled her topsails to the sand , And bowed her noble mast . * Booming , heavily sounding or swelling . The queenly ship ! - brave hearts had ...
... o'er the tide - worn steep . A bark from India's coral strand , Before the raging blast , Had veiled her topsails to the sand , And bowed her noble mast . * Booming , heavily sounding or swelling . The queenly ship ! - brave hearts had ...
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A Second Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, for the ... George Stillman Hillard Visualització completa - 1858 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina xxx - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
Pàgina 7 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. « Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Pàgina 243 - And in far other scenes! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Pàgina 14 - Go, my son, into the forest, Where the red deer herd together, Kill for us a famous roebuck, Kill for us a deer with antlers!" Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows; And the birds sang round him, o'er him, "Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!
Pàgina 257 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Pàgina 202 - Than those of age•, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art...
Pàgina 87 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other!
Pàgina 57 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand — Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies!
Pàgina 8 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 104 - OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen. Returning from his...