The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 páginas |
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... soul of the organ And entered into mine . It may be that Death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again ; It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand Amen . THE SURRENDER OF FORT WILLIAM HENRY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER JAMES ...
... soul of the organ And entered into mine . It may be that Death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again ; It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand Amen . THE SURRENDER OF FORT WILLIAM HENRY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER JAMES ...
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... soul , who must always stand forth in history a figure of beautiful and singular distinction , admirable alike for the sensibility and daring , the poetic pensiveness , and the martial ardor that mingled in him and taxed his 20 feeble ...
... soul , who must always stand forth in history a figure of beautiful and singular distinction , admirable alike for the sensibility and daring , the poetic pensiveness , and the martial ardor that mingled in him and taxed his 20 feeble ...
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... soul was so full of noble and sublime impulses 20 die here , shot through like some ravening beast ? The loathsome carnage , the shrieks , the din of arms , the cries of victory , -I vainly strive to conjure up some image of it all ...
... soul was so full of noble and sublime impulses 20 die here , shot through like some ravening beast ? The loathsome carnage , the shrieks , the din of arms , the cries of victory , -I vainly strive to conjure up some image of it all ...
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... soul in its purity , To sordid life tied down , May bloom to heaven , and no man know , Seeing the coarse , vile stem below , How God hath seen the crown . 15 20 20 NOTE . - A TALK TO SCHOOL CHILDREN WENDELL PHILLIPS THE FIFTH READER 85 ...
... soul in its purity , To sordid life tied down , May bloom to heaven , and no man know , Seeing the coarse , vile stem below , How God hath seen the crown . 15 20 20 NOTE . - A TALK TO SCHOOL CHILDREN WENDELL PHILLIPS THE FIFTH READER 85 ...
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... soul . " Vex not yourself with thoughts too vast for your 15 limited faculties , " it says ; " yield not yourself to the babble of the running stream . Leave the ocean which cares nothing for you or any living thing that walks the solid ...
... soul . " Vex not yourself with thoughts too vast for your 15 limited faculties , " it says ; " yield not yourself to the babble of the running stream . Leave the ocean which cares nothing for you or any living thing that walks the solid ...
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Abridged American Anchises arms azalea battle beauty bees BELL OF ATRI bells birds Boabdil born brave Brutus Cæsar called cloud cold dark death deep Don Quixote earth England English eyes famous father feet fell fire flower forest French friends gray ground hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY TIMROD hill honey honor Hoopoe horse hour king land light live look Lord marsh marshes of Glynn mountain never night noble NOTE o'er once passed peace Peisthetairus Pickwick poems poet RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest sail Saladin Sancho Sancho Panza Scrooge selection is taken Shakespeare smile soul sound Spanish real stood story sweet sword thee things THOMAS STARR KING thou thought tongue trees tube turned voice waves WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind woods word young
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Página 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Página 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Página 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Página 364 - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.