The Graded-school First-fifth Reader, Книги 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1875 |
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... keep this wholesome truth in mind , ' Tis - better - late - than - never . 4. Lord Angus , thou - hast - lied . 5 ... keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind . 6. Some place the bliss in action ; some - in ease ; Those call it pleasure ...
... keep this wholesome truth in mind , ' Tis - better - late - than - never . 4. Lord Angus , thou - hast - lied . 5 ... keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind . 6. Some place the bliss in action ; some - in ease ; Those call it pleasure ...
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... Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey . 6. We were not many - we who pressed . Beside the brave who fell that day ; But who of us hath not confessed He'd rather share their warrior rest Than not have been at ...
... Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey . 6. We were not many - we who pressed . Beside the brave who fell that day ; But who of us hath not confessed He'd rather share their warrior rest Than not have been at ...
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... keep the other ; but I suppose they are not to remain separated - and my little sick girl will go to her sister in heaven . " 11. But the sick girl remained where she was . She lay quiet and patient all day long , while her mother was ...
... keep the other ; but I suppose they are not to remain separated - and my little sick girl will go to her sister in heaven . " 11. But the sick girl remained where she was . She lay quiet and patient all day long , while her mother was ...
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... - o ' - link , Spink , spank , spink , Nice good wife that never goes out , Keeping house while I frolic about . Chee , chee , chee . 6. Soon as the little ones chip the shell , ROBERT OF LINCOLN . 85 Ironical Eulogy on Debt.
... - o ' - link , Spink , spank , spink , Nice good wife that never goes out , Keeping house while I frolic about . Chee , chee , chee . 6. Soon as the little ones chip the shell , ROBERT OF LINCOLN . 85 Ironical Eulogy on Debt.
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... Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing ; More and more richly the rose - heart keeps glowing , Till from its nourishing stem it is riven . 2. " Labor is worship ! " the robin is LABOR . 117.
... Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing ; More and more richly the rose - heart keeps glowing , Till from its nourishing stem it is riven . 2. " Labor is worship ! " the robin is LABOR . 117.
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Стр. 135 - THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Стр. 278 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Стр. 109 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, WHO is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man ; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Стр. 98 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Стр. 310 - Laertes' head.'] And these few precepts in thy memory. Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment • Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Стр. 309 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Стр. 312 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Стр. 176 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Стр. 109 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner-stone thereof: When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Стр. 315 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..