The Crane Reader, Libro 5Crane, 1902 |
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... John Greenleaf Whittier , 133 . Rev. Newman Hall , 391 John Wilkes , 360 William Wirt , 249 Horace Mann , 336 ...... 370 .Bayard Taylor , 350 .Alice Cary , 111 .Shakespeare , 258 ... Lord Byron , 299 James Russell Lowell , 207 .Rudyard ...
... John Greenleaf Whittier , 133 . Rev. Newman Hall , 391 John Wilkes , 360 William Wirt , 249 Horace Mann , 336 ...... 370 .Bayard Taylor , 350 .Alice Cary , 111 .Shakespeare , 258 ... Lord Byron , 299 James Russell Lowell , 207 .Rudyard ...
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... John Henry Newman , 403 84 Fitz - Greene Halleck , 78 .Phillips , 367 .Anthony Trollope , 285 .S . L. Clemens , 355 William Wirt , 159 Charles Sprague , 329 Mrs. E. L. Beers , 213 Walt Whitman , 102 Charles Dickens , 142 Francis Bacon ...
... John Henry Newman , 403 84 Fitz - Greene Halleck , 78 .Phillips , 367 .Anthony Trollope , 285 .S . L. Clemens , 355 William Wirt , 159 Charles Sprague , 329 Mrs. E. L. Beers , 213 Walt Whitman , 102 Charles Dickens , 142 Francis Bacon ...
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... John G. Whittier , 312 124 ... Anonymous , 240 Some Uses of Trees Speech on the American Revolution Supposed Speech ... John R. Coryell , 137 ..O . W. Holmes , 290 Thos . Jefferson , 75 ..John Ruskin , 282 Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...
... John G. Whittier , 312 124 ... Anonymous , 240 Some Uses of Trees Speech on the American Revolution Supposed Speech ... John R. Coryell , 137 ..O . W. Holmes , 290 Thos . Jefferson , 75 ..John Ruskin , 282 Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...
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... John was punished ; William , rewarded . Without were fightings , within were fears . Business sweetens pleasure , as labor sweetens rest . Justice appropriates rewards to merit , and punishments to crime . LESSON IV . INFLECTIONS ...
... John was punished ; William , rewarded . Without were fightings , within were fears . Business sweetens pleasure , as labor sweetens rest . Justice appropriates rewards to merit , and punishments to crime . LESSON IV . INFLECTIONS ...
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... John` . Did you see William ' ? Yes , I did . No ; I think he will not` . MODIFICATIONS OF RULE I. NOTE I.- Answers that are given in a careless or indifferent manner , or in a tone of slight disrespect , take the rising inflection in ...
... John` . Did you see William ' ? Yes , I did . No ; I think he will not` . MODIFICATIONS OF RULE I. NOTE I.- Answers that are given in a careless or indifferent manner , or in a tone of slight disrespect , take the rising inflection in ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abraham Davenport ALICE CARY American arms beautiful Biddleville birds bless Boabdil born breath Brutus Bucky O'Neil cable Cæsar called carrier pigeon Cheyne child clouds dark dead death dream Duhobret earth Easter England eyes father fear feet flowers friends genius give Greeley hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY WARD BEECHER hills honor hour human hundred JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE king labor land leaves letter light live look Lord LYDIA MARIA CHILD miles mind morning mother nature never night noble o'er ocean pigeon Placerville poems poor postage stamps rich rise river RUDYARD KIPLING sail ship shore shout silent Sir Launfal soul sound speak stamp stood sweet tell thee things THOMAS CARLYLE thou thought thousand trees unto voice WASHINGTON IRVING wild wind words young
Pasajes populares
Página 291 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Página 309 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Página 323 - 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.
Página 102 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Página 306 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
Página 340 - Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Página 322 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 308 - 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 the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
Página 258 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Página 301 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers: they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, '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.