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... RAIN IN SUMMER 66 66 72 BACKLOG STUDIES Charles Dudley Warner 75 MY PLAYMATE John G. Whittier 82 THE TRIAL OF WARREN HASTINGS . Thomas B. Macaulay 85 66 66 90 HORATIUS 66 66 100 • · THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS . NEW ENGLAND WEATHER . UNION ...
... RAIN IN SUMMER 66 66 72 BACKLOG STUDIES Charles Dudley Warner 75 MY PLAYMATE John G. Whittier 82 THE TRIAL OF WARREN HASTINGS . Thomas B. Macaulay 85 66 66 90 HORATIUS 66 66 100 • · THE PROPHECY OF CAPYS . NEW ENGLAND WEATHER . UNION ...
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... RAIN THE CYNIC . LABOR IS WORSHIP THE LONG AGO . THE DEATH BED OVER THE RIVER WHO WAS THE MINUTEMAN ? CHARGE OF the Light BRIGADE THE NEW YEAR . . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR • PAGE Henry Ward Beecher 147 66 66 66 150 • Frances S. Osgood ...
... RAIN THE CYNIC . LABOR IS WORSHIP THE LONG AGO . THE DEATH BED OVER THE RIVER WHO WAS THE MINUTEMAN ? CHARGE OF the Light BRIGADE THE NEW YEAR . . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR • PAGE Henry Ward Beecher 147 66 66 66 150 • Frances S. Osgood ...
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... Rain . The Cynic . BROWNING , ELIZABETH BARRETT 294 Mother and Poet . A Woman's Question . BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN Thanatopsis . The Crowded Street . 237 To a Waterfowl . BURNS , ROBERT 315 Epistle to a Young Friend . For a ' That and a ...
... Rain . The Cynic . BROWNING , ELIZABETH BARRETT 294 Mother and Poet . A Woman's Question . BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN Thanatopsis . The Crowded Street . 237 To a Waterfowl . BURNS , ROBERT 315 Epistle to a Young Friend . For a ' That and a ...
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... Rain in Summer . LOWELL , JAMES RUSSELL The Heritage . 199 167 • 245 60 132 MACAULAY , THOMAS B. 84 The Trial of Warren Hastings . The Prophecy of Capys . Horatius . MILTON , JOHN L'Allegro . MITFORD , MARY RUSSELL Rienzi's Address ...
... Rain in Summer . LOWELL , JAMES RUSSELL The Heritage . 199 167 • 245 60 132 MACAULAY , THOMAS B. 84 The Trial of Warren Hastings . The Prophecy of Capys . Horatius . MILTON , JOHN L'Allegro . MITFORD , MARY RUSSELL Rienzi's Address ...
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... sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . RAIN IN SUMMER HENRY W. LONGFELLOW OW beautiful is the THE BELEAGUERED CITY 71.
... sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . RAIN IN SUMMER HENRY W. LONGFELLOW OW beautiful is the THE BELEAGUERED CITY 71.
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Page 247 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
Page 323 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 235 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 327 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Page 248 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Page 250 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
Page 396 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, 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 232 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 251 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 422 - Weigh them ; it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.