The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Libro 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... sound of his * fiddle , * * * * * * * And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily , merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances Under the orchard - trees and down the path to 20 THE NEW CENTURY READER .
... sound of his * fiddle , * * * * * * * And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily , merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances Under the orchard - trees and down the path to 20 THE NEW CENTURY READER .
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4th-5th Reader. Revised. Under the orchard - trees and down the path to the meadows ; Old folk and young together , and children mingled among them . * * * * * * * * So passed the morning away . mons sonorous And lo ! with a sum- Sounded ...
4th-5th Reader. Revised. Under the orchard - trees and down the path to the meadows ; Old folk and young together , and children mingled among them . * * * * * * * * So passed the morning away . mons sonorous And lo ! with a sum- Sounded ...
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... tree The blood is all aglee , And there's a look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers . Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land , Save where the maple reddens on the lawn , Flushed by the ...
... tree The blood is all aglee , And there's a look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers . Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land , Save where the maple reddens on the lawn , Flushed by the ...
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... tree , and a happy series of accidents thereafter gave me the opportunity to meet him often and to know him well . He was the embodiment of simplicity , integrity , and cour- age ; every inch a general , a soldier , and a man ; but in ...
... tree , and a happy series of accidents thereafter gave me the opportunity to meet him often and to know him well . He was the embodiment of simplicity , integrity , and cour- age ; every inch a general , a soldier , and a man ; but in ...
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... tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddlin ' , stachers through To meet their dad , wi ' flichterin ' noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin ' bonnily , 5 1 Moan . 2 Morrow . 3 Stagger . 4 Fluttering . 5 Fire - place . His clean ...
... tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddlin ' , stachers through To meet their dad , wi ' flichterin ' noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin ' bonnily , 5 1 Moan . 2 Morrow . 3 Stagger . 4 Fluttering . 5 Fire - place . His clean ...
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Página 50 - The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
Página 146 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Página 69 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 159 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 83 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 47 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Página 298 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 102 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 47 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 84 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench, the blushes of ingenuous shame...