Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Livro 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... villages , a ring of common ground which none of its set- tlers might take for his own , but which served as a death - ground where criminals met their doom , and was held to be the special dwelling - place of the 14 SIXTH READER .
... villages , a ring of common ground which none of its set- tlers might take for his own , but which served as a death - ground where criminals met their doom , and was held to be the special dwelling - place of the 14 SIXTH READER .
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... death . Behind these floated the dim shapes of an older mythology : Eostre , the goddess of the dawn , or of the spring , who lends her name to the Christian festival of 20 the Resurrection ; " Wyrd , " the death - goddess , whose ...
... death . Behind these floated the dim shapes of an older mythology : Eostre , the goddess of the dawn , or of the spring , who lends her name to the Christian festival of 20 the Resurrection ; " Wyrd , " the death - goddess , whose ...
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... Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ! But , oh ! a blest relief to those ...
... Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ! But , oh ! a blest relief to those ...
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... ruddy ore , Lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis ' wandereth , My sonne's faire wife , Elizabeth . 5 10 15 20 " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling , 3 * THE HIGH TIDE . 57 Jean Ingelow.
... ruddy ore , Lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis ' wandereth , My sonne's faire wife , Elizabeth . 5 10 15 20 " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling , 3 * THE HIGH TIDE . 57 Jean Ingelow.
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... death : " God save you , mother ! " straight he saith , " Where is my wife , Elizabeth ? " " Good sonne , where Lindis winds away , With her two bairns " I marked her long ; And ere yon bells beganne to play Afar off I heard her milking ...
... death : " God save you , mother ! " straight he saith , " Where is my wife , Elizabeth ? " " Good sonne , where Lindis winds away , With her two bairns " I marked her long ; And ere yon bells beganne to play Afar off I heard her milking ...
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ADDITIONAL READING SUGGESTED Aurelian battle beauty bird blood born boys breast Brutus Cæsar called Cicero cried dark dead death deep Dex Aie doth earth Egypt England English Eurydice eyes face father fell flowers give Goldsmith Grand Master hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hereward Herodotus honor human Ivanhoe Julius Cæsar King Lætitia land liberty literature live looked Lord Lorenzo Lycidas Marcus Brutus mind morning mountains nature ness never night Note o'er Odenathus OLIVER GOLDSMITH once passed Plato pleasure poems Poyser round Samian wine Scotland seemed Shepherds ship Sophocles soul sound speak Squeers sweet tears tell Thaïs thee things thou thought tide tion truth turned Vicar of Wakefield voice Warren Hastings weary wind words young Zenobia
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Página 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Página 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Página 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Página 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 376 - 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.