Jones Readers by Grades, Volume 7Ginn, 1904 |
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... wild fowl at the flash and report of the piece , while the men urged the rowers to the utmost speed . They heard more than one ball whiz along the 5 surface of the lake , at no great distance from their little bark ; and from the lights ...
... wild fowl at the flash and report of the piece , while the men urged the rowers to the utmost speed . They heard more than one ball whiz along the 5 surface of the lake , at no great distance from their little bark ; and from the lights ...
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... wild joys of the life God had given him , was a miserable captive . The wrath and anguish of his first imprisonment had died away . No longer was it a keen and bitter agony to remember the wide , solitary plains , the refreshing 10 ...
... wild joys of the life God had given him , was a miserable captive . The wrath and anguish of his first imprisonment had died away . No longer was it a keen and bitter agony to remember the wide , solitary plains , the refreshing 10 ...
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... wild as if in their native woods ; others had grown tame from being constantly fed by visitors . It was rather confusing to a bird lover , familiar only with home birds , to see all the strange forms and colors 25 in the grass , and to ...
... wild as if in their native woods ; others had grown tame from being constantly fed by visitors . It was rather confusing to a bird lover , familiar only with home birds , to see all the strange forms and colors 25 in the grass , and to ...
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... wild plunge to wider levels below . This brook , fed from living springs , is the theater of myriad life , and it was 15 Down the golden - braided center of its current swift and strong that I first saw a quaint little fisherman who ...
... wild plunge to wider levels below . This brook , fed from living springs , is the theater of myriad life , and it was 15 Down the golden - braided center of its current swift and strong that I first saw a quaint little fisherman who ...
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... wild his thoughts and gay of wing As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band , True as the steel of their tried blades , Heroes in heart and hand . 10 15 20 20 There had the Persian ...
... wild his thoughts and gay of wing As Eden's garden bird . At midnight , in the forest shades , Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band , True as the steel of their tried blades , Heroes in heart and hand . 10 15 20 20 There had the Persian ...
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Page 125 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 264 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 131 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 266 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 68 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 123 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 197 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 59 - The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Page 85 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...