The First[-fifth] Reader ...Scribner, Armstrong, 1875 - Readers |
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... trees and bushes were broken by its weight . 6. Then the hunters roused themselves ; three of the longest ladders were brought and bound together ; the topmost round of these ladders would just reach the edge of the rock which hung over ...
... trees and bushes were broken by its weight . 6. Then the hunters roused themselves ; three of the longest ladders were brought and bound together ; the topmost round of these ladders would just reach the edge of the rock which hung over ...
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... trees and the thick under - wood upon which the nest rested , and of which it was formed ; finding they would support his weight , he grasped them firmly , and swung himself up from the ladder till his head and breast were above the ...
... trees and the thick under - wood upon which the nest rested , and of which it was formed ; finding they would support his weight , he grasped them firmly , and swung himself up from the ladder till his head and breast were above the ...
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... trees ; and robins chirped shrilly , as if rejoicing over winter hardships , safely passed . Vernal freshness was in the air , despite its chill , and lovely hints of summer - time were everywhere . ດ Thoga welcome sights and sounds ...
... trees ; and robins chirped shrilly , as if rejoicing over winter hardships , safely passed . Vernal freshness was in the air , despite its chill , and lovely hints of summer - time were everywhere . ດ Thoga welcome sights and sounds ...
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... trees whispered in the breath of wind that blew in from an open sash . Strange vines and flow- ers hung overhead ; banks of azaleas - rosy , white , and purple - bloomed in one place ; roses of every hue turned their lovely faces to the ...
... trees whispered in the breath of wind that blew in from an open sash . Strange vines and flow- ers hung overhead ; banks of azaleas - rosy , white , and purple - bloomed in one place ; roses of every hue turned their lovely faces to the ...
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... tree , And talked to himself , and blinked at me ; And , all the trembling foliage through , He scanned me with a bird's - eye view . His under - dress was satin of gold ; And , over his back , in graceful fold , He flapped the skirts ...
... tree , And talked to himself , and blinked at me ; And , all the trembling foliage through , He scanned me with a bird's - eye view . His under - dress was satin of gold ; And , over his back , in graceful fold , He flapped the skirts ...
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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.