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... hill alone and surround the cows , and drive them home from the remote past- He liked the fun of it , at first ; but , by and by , he seemed to get the notion that it was a " chore , " and , when I whistled for him to go for the cows ...
... hill alone and surround the cows , and drive them home from the remote past- He liked the fun of it , at first ; but , by and by , he seemed to get the notion that it was a " chore , " and , when I whistled for him to go for the cows ...
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... hill brook into a woodchuck hole . After a great deal of hard work , the water was made to pour into the hole — the other entrances to the woodchuck's hole were stopped- so that the woodchuck was , at last , forced to come out to ...
... hill brook into a woodchuck hole . After a great deal of hard work , the water was made to pour into the hole — the other entrances to the woodchuck's hole were stopped- so that the woodchuck was , at last , forced to come out to ...
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... hill that overlooks the village , we gave another round . 15. As we rode on under the pine trees , I thought how I would come back , after the college days were over , a man , with a beaver hat and a cane , and with a splendid barouche ...
... hill that overlooks the village , we gave another round . 15. As we rode on under the pine trees , I thought how I would come back , after the college days were over , a man , with a beaver hat and a cane , and with a splendid barouche ...
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... hills . 3. With difficulty , they effected a landing , and con- structed a frail barricade of logs to protect them from the wind and from the arrows of the natives . Sentinels were stationed , a roaring fire was built , and our weary ...
... hills . 3. With difficulty , they effected a landing , and con- structed a frail barricade of logs to protect them from the wind and from the arrows of the natives . Sentinels were stationed , a roaring fire was built , and our weary ...
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... in which corn had been cultivated . The soil seemed promising . The landscape was pleas- ingly diversified with hills and valleys , while the forest , in its mysterious gloom , spread far away to unknown 50 SHELDON'S FIFTH READER .
... in which corn had been cultivated . The soil seemed promising . The landscape was pleas- ingly diversified with hills and valleys , while the forest , in its mysterious gloom , spread far away to unknown 50 SHELDON'S FIFTH READER .
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Page 326 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Page 169 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 404 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 325 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 189 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 405 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 189 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 220 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 219 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 404 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.