Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Book 5Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1889 - Readers |
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Page 42
... morning was now coming over the waters . It showed the hideous confusion of the 30 scene which had been shrouded in the obscurity of night . The dark masses of combatants , stretching along the dike , were seen struggling for mastery ...
... morning was now coming over the waters . It showed the hideous confusion of the 30 scene which had been shrouded in the obscurity of night . The dark masses of combatants , stretching along the dike , were seen struggling for mastery ...
Page 43
... morning light . The artillery , in the earlier part of the engagement had not been idle , and its iron shower , sweeping along the dike , had mowed down the assailants , then in pos- session of the rear of the causeway , by hundreds ...
... morning light . The artillery , in the earlier part of the engagement had not been idle , and its iron shower , sweeping along the dike , had mowed down the assailants , then in pos- session of the rear of the causeway , by hundreds ...
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... morning , after having completed his preparations for the journey . At first he hardly knew which way to go . He was only guided by the tradition that he must go south . For a 20 while he could see no change in the face of the country ...
... morning , after having completed his preparations for the journey . At first he hardly knew which way to go . He was only guided by the tradition that he must go south . For a 20 while he could see no change in the face of the country ...
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... morning Touched the waves to happier grace , Like a breath of love's forewarning , Dimpling o'er a virgin face- Till the tides of that rare river Merged and mellowed into one , Flashed the shafts from sundown's quiver , ' Backward to ...
... morning Touched the waves to happier grace , Like a breath of love's forewarning , Dimpling o'er a virgin face- Till the tides of that rare river Merged and mellowed into one , Flashed the shafts from sundown's quiver , ' Backward to ...
Page 114
... morning while taking a stroll He heard a lugubrious cry , Like the shriek of a suffering soul In a hospital standing near by ; Anon ' such a terrible groan Saluted St. Jonathan's ear , That his bosom - which wasn't of stone- Was melted ...
... morning while taking a stroll He heard a lugubrious cry , Like the shriek of a suffering soul In a hospital standing near by ; Anon ' such a terrible groan Saluted St. Jonathan's ear , That his bosom - which wasn't of stone- Was melted ...
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Page 94 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Page 429 - Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years...
Page 345 - 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.
Page 286 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity, watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned...
Page 433 - You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Page 287 - The name of AMERICAN, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same Religion, Manners, Habits, and Political Principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the Independence and Liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts — of common dangers, sufferings, and successes.
Page 344 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 428 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Page 94 - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon...
Page 95 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest; there is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston; the war is inevitable, and let it come; I repeat it, sir, — let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace!