Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Livro 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... kind , were the anecdotes of Uncle Sandy . He · instructed me , too , how to find , amid thickets of lami- naria and fuci , " the nest of the lump - fish ; and he showed me , further , that the hard - shelled spawn of this creature may ...
... kind , were the anecdotes of Uncle Sandy . He · instructed me , too , how to find , amid thickets of lami- naria and fuci , " the nest of the lump - fish ; and he showed me , further , that the hard - shelled spawn of this creature may ...
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... kind . I learned to look with interest on the workings of certain insects , and to understand some of at least their simpler in- stincts . The large diadem spider , which spins so strong a web that in pressing my way through the furze ...
... kind . I learned to look with interest on the workings of certain insects , and to understand some of at least their simpler in- stincts . The large diadem spider , which spins so strong a web that in pressing my way through the furze ...
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... kind , Supported is his right : But see him on the edge of life , 5 10 With cares and sorrows worn ; Then Age and Want - O ill - matched pair ! - Show man was made to mourn . " A few seem favorites of Fate , In Pleasure's lap carest ...
... kind , Supported is his right : But see him on the edge of life , 5 10 With cares and sorrows worn ; Then Age and Want - O ill - matched pair ! - Show man was made to mourn . " A few seem favorites of Fate , In Pleasure's lap carest ...
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... kind Is surely not the last ! 20 The poor , oppressèd , honest man Had never , sure , been born , Had there not been some recompense To comfort those that mourn ! " O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ...
... kind Is surely not the last ! 20 The poor , oppressèd , honest man Had never , sure , been born , Had there not been some recompense To comfort those that mourn ! " O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend- The kindest and the best ...
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... kind . He was making his fortune very fast indeed , when the faint glimmer of an expiring candle shone before his eyes , and a voice he had no difficulty in recognizing as part and parcel of Mr. Squeers admonished him that it was 10 ...
... kind . He was making his fortune very fast indeed , when the faint glimmer of an expiring candle shone before his eyes , and a voice he had no difficulty in recognizing as part and parcel of Mr. Squeers admonished him that it was 10 ...
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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.