The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Libro 8Ginn, 1901 |
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... CHEERFUL SPIRIT . Sir John Lubbock 75 THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 76 · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . Theodore O'Hara 79 Thomas Gray 82 BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST . THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC . 89 Francis Parkman 94 ...
... CHEERFUL SPIRIT . Sir John Lubbock 75 THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 76 · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . Theodore O'Hara 79 Thomas Gray 82 BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST . THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC . 89 Francis Parkman 94 ...
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... cheerful , though now verging toward old age . Andreas had been grenadier sergeant and even regi- 25 mental schoolmaster under Frederick the Great ; but now , quitting the halbert and ferule for the spade and pruning hook , cultivated a ...
... cheerful , though now verging toward old age . Andreas had been grenadier sergeant and even regi- 25 mental schoolmaster under Frederick the Great ; but now , quitting the halbert and ferule for the spade and pruning hook , cultivated a ...
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... crabbed , as dull fools suppose , But musical as is Apollo's lute , And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets , Where no crude surfeit reigns . A CHEERFUL SPIRIT . SIR JOHN LUBBOCK . SIR JOHN 74 ON HIS BLINDNESS John Milton.
... crabbed , as dull fools suppose , But musical as is Apollo's lute , And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets , Where no crude surfeit reigns . A CHEERFUL SPIRIT . SIR JOHN LUBBOCK . SIR JOHN 74 ON HIS BLINDNESS John Milton.
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... cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The shadow of Florence Night- ingale cured more than her medicines ; and if we share the burdens of others , we lighten our own . All wish , but few know how ...
... cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The shadow of Florence Night- ingale cured more than her medicines ; and if we share the burdens of others , we lighten our own . All wish , but few know how ...
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... cheerful day , Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? On some fond breast the parting soul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries , Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted ...
... cheerful day , Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? On some fond breast the parting soul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries , Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted ...
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battle beauty became behold Belshazzar bird born Brutus Cæsar called Captain Castlewood CHARLES READE Charles the Bold cheerful chooseth College cried death delight died EDWARD EVERETT HALE enemy England English entered Esmond eyes Faerie Queene Father Holt fire forest hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hour ĭ ty JOHN GORHAM PALFREY JOHN MILTON Juan Pizarro Julius Cæsar king lived looked Lord ment Milton mind morning NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS Nelson ness never night Nolan once oŭs poems poet PORTIA Prescott Rasselas sails SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH Shakespeare ship sion soul spent spirit stood sweet sword těd Télésile Tell thee thou thought tion took victory voice WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wonderful words writing young
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Página 169 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
Página 228 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks* A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 54 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Página 116 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 229 - 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.
Página 18 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance; a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared in an instant to whatever of terror there may be in war and death ; — all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is...
Página 22 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Página 89 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Página 22 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Página 230 - 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.