The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 pages |
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... side by side , taking our strides together . Far - ah , how terribly dim and distant ! -was the Sierra , a slowly lifting cloud . We three rode abreast over the sere brown plain on our gallop to save . 10 Oh , my glorious Don Fulano ...
... side by side , taking our strides together . Far - ah , how terribly dim and distant ! -was the Sierra , a slowly lifting cloud . We three rode abreast over the sere brown plain on our gallop to save . 10 Oh , my glorious Don Fulano ...
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... side of his dam . And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying , 20 Thy obsequies sung by the gray plover flying , With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying , In the arms of Helvellyn and Catchedicam . Striden - edge and ...
... side of his dam . And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying , 20 Thy obsequies sung by the gray plover flying , With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying , In the arms of Helvellyn and Catchedicam . Striden - edge and ...
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... side , turned her steps toward the Russian capital . Before the journey was half done the old priest sick- ened and died — she nursing him and closing his eyes for his last sleep - in a cabin by the way . 10 Still she had no thought of ...
... side , turned her steps toward the Russian capital . Before the journey was half done the old priest sick- ened and died — she nursing him and closing his eyes for his last sleep - in a cabin by the way . 10 Still she had no thought of ...
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... side . The danger was certain now ; it was near . She could not crawl on in this way ; the dogs would soon be upon them . She turned again for flight . The fawn , scrambling after her , tumbled over , and 10 bleated piteously . Flight ...
... side . The danger was certain now ; it was near . She could not crawl on in this way ; the dogs would soon be upon them . She turned again for flight . The fawn , scrambling after her , tumbled over , and 10 bleated piteously . Flight ...
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... side of the table , pre- siding over the new and susceptible vegetables , flanked by the squash and the beans , and smiling upon the green corn and the new potatoes , as cool as the cucumbers which lay sliced in ice before her , and ...
... side of the table , pre- siding over the new and susceptible vegetables , flanked by the squash and the beans , and smiling upon the green corn and the new potatoes , as cool as the cucumbers which lay sliced in ice before her , and ...
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Page 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Page 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Page 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 364 - 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 225 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Page 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.