The First[-fifth] Reader ...

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Scribner, Armstrong, 1875
 

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John S C Abbott XII A STREET SCENE IN NEW YORK Lydia Maria Child XIV SEINEFISHING OFF SOUTHAMPTON Clara Hunter XVI AN OL...
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Jules Michelet J G Holland 78
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THE WRECK OF THE GRACE OF SUNDERLAND
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TELLING ON ONE ANOTHER XXIII THE SKATER AND THE WOLVES Charles Whitehead XXV THE PANTHER XXVI ICHABOD GOES TO ...
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Charles Reade
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RICHARDSON A D 163
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BURSTING OF OUSELY DAM concluded XXXI RURAL LIFE IN SWEDEN
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ALDRICH T B 288
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WHEN THIS OLD FLAG WAS
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THE WHALE H W Longfellow
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James Fenimore Cooper
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A WALRUS HUNT
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NEW YEARS DAY IN YEDDO
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JOURNEY ACROSS THE DESERT Dr Kane
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John Alexander Kinglake
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BOB CRATCHITS DINNER PARTY Charles Dickens
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Humbert
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THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE
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AN EVENING AT SEA Francis A Chateaubriand XLVII THE VALLEY OF THE YOSEMITE A D Richardson
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THE MILL ON THE FLOSS
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HORACE GREELEYS CHILDHOOD PIDERLESS WARHORSE George Eliot
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Horace Greeley
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W H H Murray
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LOST IN THE SNOW Charles Gamage Eastman
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SEARCH FOR SIR JOHN FRANKLIN J T Headley
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J H Fyfe
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THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS Jonathan Maxcy LXI THE AGE OF HOMESPUN
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LOOKING FOR THE
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MY SHIP
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ESCAPE OF JAMES V
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GOLDSMITH LXVIII THE DEATH OF DUROC LXX DIONYSIUS AND DAMOCLES 194 199 Horace Bushnell
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Thackeray
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J T Headley
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Cicero
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CALHOUN JOHN C 392
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THE FISHERS COTTAGE
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DROWNED IN A VASE OF GOLDFISHES
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CHATEAUBRIAND F A 160
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George B Bacon 273 277 LXXVIII THE OCEAN AND ITS LIFE M Schele De Vere LXXX A SCENE ON THE YELLOWSTONE N P Langford LX...
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VISIT TO THE SECOND KING OF SIAM
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THE CONDOR OF THE ANDES Dr J von Tschudi XCI RURAL LIFE IN ENGLAND Washington Irving
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TOM BROWN AT THE MASTERS TOMB
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PÓgina 326 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
PÓgina 169 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
PÓgina 404 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
PÓgina 325 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
PÓgina 189 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
PÓgina 405 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, 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, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
PÓgina 189 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
PÓgina 220 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
PÓgina 219 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
PÓgina 404 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.

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