A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 pages |
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... reached the top in three minutes . The workman at the top of the slide then cried out to the one below him , " It comes , " and the tree was launched down the slide , preceded by the cry , which was repeated from post to post . As soon ...
... reached the top in three minutes . The workman at the top of the slide then cried out to the one below him , " It comes , " and the tree was launched down the slide , preceded by the cry , which was repeated from post to post . As soon ...
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... completed . This last is poetically ex- pressed by saying that his chariot has reached the palace porch , and that the horses have been taken from iɩ VOICE OF THE WIND.- Henry Taylor . The wind , THE FIRST CLASS READER . 39.
... completed . This last is poetically ex- pressed by saying that his chariot has reached the palace porch , and that the horses have been taken from iɩ VOICE OF THE WIND.- Henry Taylor . The wind , THE FIRST CLASS READER . 39.
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... reached the ground which was devoted to their day's exercise , the whole mountain being thus taken in regular succession . The Schwein - general now halted , and the pigs being no longer called upon to advance , but being left entirely ...
... reached the ground which was devoted to their day's exercise , the whole mountain being thus taken in regular succession . The Schwein - general now halted , and the pigs being no longer called upon to advance , but being left entirely ...
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... reached the church- yard gate . It was a still , gentle autumnal day , and now and then a withered leaf came rustling across the path of the weep- ing choristers . To us , to whom that dirge - like strain was new , all seemed like a ...
... reached the church- yard gate . It was a still , gentle autumnal day , and now and then a withered leaf came rustling across the path of the weep- ing choristers . To us , to whom that dirge - like strain was new , all seemed like a ...
Page 90
... swallows are dashing in all directions around the gray roofs of the barn . The clouds have now well nigh reached the sun , which seems to shine the fiercer for his coming eclipse . The 90 THE FIRST CLASS READER . The Pied Piper of Hamelin,
... swallows are dashing in all directions around the gray roofs of the barn . The clouds have now well nigh reached the sun , which seems to shine the fiercer for his coming eclipse . The 90 THE FIRST CLASS READER . The Pied Piper of Hamelin,
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Page 225 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 37 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 30 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed !" echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the...
Page 149 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 224 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 114 - Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine. And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 310 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 32 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 103 - That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure ; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ! Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The; old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 383 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...