An eighth readerWheeler Publishing Company, 1919 - Readers |
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... becomes disgusted , decides that the selection has no interest for him , and finally grows to hate it . Learning the definitions afterwards will not help him , as then he has lost interest and has acquired a settled dislike for the ...
... becomes disgusted , decides that the selection has no interest for him , and finally grows to hate it . Learning the definitions afterwards will not help him , as then he has lost interest and has acquired a settled dislike for the ...
Page 8
... becomes a part of the reader's life in such a way that , as he goes about , it constantly rises to help him ... become his own seer , his own interpreter of nature and of life , without the aid of poet or prose writer to see for ...
... becomes a part of the reader's life in such a way that , as he goes about , it constantly rises to help him ... become his own seer , his own interpreter of nature and of life , without the aid of poet or prose writer to see for ...
Page 32
... becoming alarmed . She went on triumphantly : " Yes , Monseigneur . That is how it is . There 25 will something terrible happen in this town to - night . Every one says so . And besides all that , the police is so badly regulated . The ...
... becoming alarmed . She went on triumphantly : " Yes , Monseigneur . That is how it is . There 25 will something terrible happen in this town to - night . Every one says so . And besides all that , the police is so badly regulated . The ...
Page 55
... becomes clouded with doubt and controversy ; the inscription molders from the tablet ; the statue falls from the pedestal . Columns , arches , pyramids , what are they but heaps of sand ; and their epitaphs , but characters written in ...
... becomes clouded with doubt and controversy ; the inscription molders from the tablet ; the statue falls from the pedestal . Columns , arches , pyramids , what are they but heaps of sand ; and their epitaphs , but characters written in ...
Page 76
... become of our bodies ? 6. With whom shall we lie down in death ? 7. What will decorate our tomb ? 8. Where may the dead be found ? 9. What will become of those who live after us ? 10. What is the meaning of the last stanza ? 11. The ...
... become of our bodies ? 6. With whom shall we lie down in death ? 7. What will decorate our tomb ? 8. Where may the dead be found ? 9. What will become of those who live after us ? 10. What is the meaning of the last stanza ? 11. The ...
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Popular passages
Page 277 - 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...
Page 58 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 71 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 83 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Page 266 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 273 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 72 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings...
Page 71 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 82 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 268 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.