The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - 496 pages |
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... THOUGHTS ON GARDENING TO THE DANDELION THE WARNING WALTER RALEIGH A LOST CHORD PAGE Theodore Winthrop 15 J. G. Holland 20 H. W. Thomas 21 Charles Mackay 24 Robert Collyer 26 Walter Scott 28 Donald G. Mitchell 31 John Ruskin 35 Charles ...
... THOUGHTS ON GARDENING TO THE DANDELION THE WARNING WALTER RALEIGH A LOST CHORD PAGE Theodore Winthrop 15 J. G. Holland 20 H. W. Thomas 21 Charles Mackay 24 Robert Collyer 26 Walter Scott 28 Donald G. Mitchell 31 John Ruskin 35 Charles ...
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... thought of the power of the lightning that plays across the sky , and with his kite and key he coaxed it 20 down a string and confined it in a bottle . And from this simple experiment the Morses and the Edisons have gone on in ...
... thought of the power of the lightning that plays across the sky , and with his kite and key he coaxed it 20 down a string and confined it in a bottle . And from this simple experiment the Morses and the Edisons have gone on in ...
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... thought ! be up and stirring , night and day : 5 Sow the seed , -withdraw the curtain , -CLEAR THE WAY ! SECOND VOICE Men of action , aid and cheer them , as ye may ! There's a fount about to stream , There's a light about to beam ...
... thought ! be up and stirring , night and day : 5 Sow the seed , -withdraw the curtain , -CLEAR THE WAY ! SECOND VOICE Men of action , aid and cheer them , as ye may ! There's a fount about to stream , There's a light about to beam ...
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... thought and men of action , CLEAR THE WAY ! SECOND VOICE Lo ! a cloud's about to vanish from the day ; And a brazen wrong to crumble into clay . Lo ! the right's about to conquer : CLEAR THE WAY ! THIRD VOICE With the right shall many ...
... thought and men of action , CLEAR THE WAY ! SECOND VOICE Lo ! a cloud's about to vanish from the day ; And a brazen wrong to crumble into clay . Lo ! the right's about to conquer : CLEAR THE WAY ! THIRD VOICE With the right shall many ...
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... thought , and that is how she may restore these sorrowing parents to their home and to the world . It is a child's purpose ; and opposed to it is the purpose 20 10 of the Autocrat of all the Russias . But THE FIFTH READER 31 ELIZABETH ...
... thought , and that is how she may restore these sorrowing parents to their home and to the world . It is a child's purpose ; and opposed to it is the purpose 20 10 of the Autocrat of all the Russias . But THE FIFTH READER 31 ELIZABETH ...
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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.