Eighth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 258 pàgines |
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Abraham Davenport Agnes Giberne Alfred Domett aloud American poet Andrew Cherry beautiful bells bird Blessed Bozzaris breath Brutus Cæsar called chariot Charles Dickens Christmas cloud Creakle David Copperfield dead dear Douglas William Jerrold dream earth EIGHTH READ EXPRESSION eyes father Fezziwig fire flowers follow forests gave George Eliot give Habersham hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills of Habersham honorable Hubert Indians island Joshua Sylvester King lady land little shamrock live Locksley looked Lord Maggie Miss Jemima Miss Pinkerton Miss Sedley Miss Sharp moon morning never night Oliver Goldsmith peace poem Prince John Ratisbon round selection shoot silent singing smile song stood sweet tell Thanksgiving thee thine thou thought Town Pump trees Tulliver umbrella valleys of Hall walk William Shakespeare wonder woods young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 213 - 1 Hark, hark ! The lark at Heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise; Arise, arise!
Pàgina 186 - 0 Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand
Pàgina 217 - vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, 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
Pàgina 211 - Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view; Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives
Pàgina 230 - summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but,
Pàgina 76 - By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay, And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there.
Pàgina 258 - All. The will! the testament! Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend ? And will you give me leave ? All. Come down.