Swinton's Fifth Reader and SpeakerAmerican Book Company, 1883 - 479 páginas |
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... Binny Wallace ! How strange it seemed , when I went to school again , to see that empty seat in the fifth row ! One day a folded sheet slipped from my alge- bra : it was the last note he ever wrote me . Poor little Binny Wallace ...
... Binny Wallace ! How strange it seemed , when I went to school again , to see that empty seat in the fifth row ! One day a folded sheet slipped from my alge- bra : it was the last note he ever wrote me . Poor little Binny Wallace ...
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William Swinton. Binny Wallace ! Always the same to me ! The rest of us have grown up into hard , worldly men ; but you are for ever young . Always a little boy , always poor little Binny Wallace ! The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low ...
William Swinton. Binny Wallace ! Always the same to me ! The rest of us have grown up into hard , worldly men ; but you are for ever young . Always a little boy , always poor little Binny Wallace ! The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low ...
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William Swinton. cod for the chowder was not so easily secured . At last Binny Wallace hauled in a plump little fellow , crusted all over with flaky silver . 12. To skin the fish , build our fireplace , and cook the chowder , kept us ...
William Swinton. cod for the chowder was not so easily secured . At last Binny Wallace hauled in a plump little fellow , crusted all over with flaky silver . 12. To skin the fish , build our fireplace , and cook the chowder , kept us ...
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... Binny , scrambling down the rocks . 5. Binny Wallace had been absent five or six min- utes , when we heard him calling our several names in tones that indicated distress or surprise , we could not tell which . Our first thought was ...
... Binny , scrambling down the rocks . 5. Binny Wallace had been absent five or six min- utes , when we heard him calling our several names in tones that indicated distress or surprise , we could not tell which . Our first thought was ...
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William Swinton. using his hand as a speaking trumpet , for the distance between the boat and the island widened momently . 9. Binny Wallace looked down at the sea , which was covered with white caps , and made a despairing gest- ure ...
William Swinton. using his hand as a speaking trumpet , for the distance between the boat and the island widened momently . 9. Binny Wallace looked down at the sea , which was covered with white caps , and made a despairing gest- ure ...
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Página 422 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Página 420 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 401 - 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 399 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 414 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore : Nameless here for evermore.
Página 439 - 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.
Página 317 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 368 - 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; but there is no...
Página 418 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Página 400 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come...