The Normal Course in Reading, Volume 4Silver, Burdett, 1890 |
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... shore , But I loved the great sea more and more , And backward flew to her billowy breast , Like a bird that seeketh his mother's nest ; And a mother she was and is to me , For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and red ...
... shore , But I loved the great sea more and more , And backward flew to her billowy breast , Like a bird that seeketh his mother's nest ; And a mother she was and is to me , For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and red ...
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... shore , Gleeful as children when merrily racing , Hands interlocked , o'er a wide meadow floor . See the low surf where it restlessly tumbles Swiftly advancing and then in retreat ; See how the tall cliff yields slowly and crumbles ...
... shore , Gleeful as children when merrily racing , Hands interlocked , o'er a wide meadow floor . See the low surf where it restlessly tumbles Swiftly advancing and then in retreat ; See how the tall cliff yields slowly and crumbles ...
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... shore . The little rills that fret the hillsides carry their loads of dirt and sand , and thus help the river cur- rents to build up land in the sea near the shore . By and by the land appears in points or bunches above the water , as ...
... shore . The little rills that fret the hillsides carry their loads of dirt and sand , and thus help the river cur- rents to build up land in the sea near the shore . By and by the land appears in points or bunches above the water , as ...
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... shore or thrown among the roots of trees , where they take long rests before continuing their journeys . Would you not like to write the history of a pebble for me ? " Did you ever , ever play Skipping pebbles on the bay ? Skipping ...
... shore or thrown among the roots of trees , where they take long rests before continuing their journeys . Would you not like to write the history of a pebble for me ? " Did you ever , ever play Skipping pebbles on the bay ? Skipping ...
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... shore , Of the blue waves , bounding high ; How they foam and dash , With a mighty crash , Where the tangled seaweeds lie ! " Rising and dancing , Like a war - steed prancing , And hurriedly rushing on , The briny deep Doth its roaring ...
... shore , Of the blue waves , bounding high ; How they foam and dash , With a mighty crash , Where the tangled seaweeds lie ! " Rising and dancing , Like a war - steed prancing , And hurriedly rushing on , The briny deep Doth its roaring ...
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animals banana bear beautiful become birds blossoms branches bright Britons brooks buds called carried Ceres child colonists colony colors Columbus covered creeping dark delta delta island earth England fastened feet FELICIA HEMANS flow flowers forests Fred gardener green ground grow hills honey Indians insects island ivy green John Barleycorn king lake land larvæ layer learned leaves Little white Lily live look mother moths mountain nest never night o'er ocean palm pebbles perianth pistil plants Pluto poems pollen potato Proserpina Quakers rain river rock roots sailing Saint Bernard dogs sand Saxons seeds seen ships shoots shore silkworm skin sleep soft soil soon spring stamens star-spangled banner stem story stream sweet tell thee thought tree voyage waves wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings winter withered wrinkles
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Página 71 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Página 214 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. " But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Página 12 - 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 335 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 95 - True worth is in being, not seeming; In doing each day that goes by. Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing so kingly as kindness. And nothing so royal as truth.
Página 335 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Página 336 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Página 213 - Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse ! For this I sought thee. " Far in the Northern land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the ger-falcon ; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Página 282 - In the name of God, Amen. We, whose names are underwritten, the loyal subjects of our dread sovereign lord, King' James, by the grace of God, of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, defender of the faith, &c., having undertaken, for the glory of God, and advancement of the Christian faith, and honour of our king and country...
Página 122 - But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And show'rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris'd them all. The sultry suns of summer came, And he grew thick and strong; His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears, That no one should him wrong.