The Jones First [-fifth] Reader, Book 5Ginn & Company, 1903 |
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... hours ! it is long odds of a start . But they are not mounted as we are mounted . They did not ride as we shall ride . They will fear pur- suit and push on without stopping . them ; we shall catch them before night ! But we shall catch ...
... hours ! it is long odds of a start . But they are not mounted as we are mounted . They did not ride as we shall ride . They will fear pur- suit and push on without stopping . them ; we shall catch them before night ! But we shall catch ...
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... hours we arid waste without a pause . It was cruel to press on ; 20 it was more cruel to stay . Fulano suffered least . He turned his brave eye back , and beckoned me with his ear to listen , while he seemed to say : " See , this is my ...
... hours we arid waste without a pause . It was cruel to press on ; 20 it was more cruel to stay . Fulano suffered least . He turned his brave eye back , and beckoned me with his ear to listen , while he seemed to say : " See , this is my ...
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... hour's work , and no less , it must have cost them . We drank thankfully of this well by the wayside . We were grateful almost to the point of pity ; but rescue was 10 imperative . We grudged these moments of refreshment . I wiped the ...
... hour's work , and no less , it must have cost them . We drank thankfully of this well by the wayside . We were grateful almost to the point of pity ; but rescue was 10 imperative . We grudged these moments of refreshment . I wiped the ...
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... hour is ripe , And our earnest must not slacken into play . FIRST VOICE Men of 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 ...
... hour is ripe , And our earnest must not slacken into play . FIRST VOICE Men of 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 ...
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... hours we think and feel ; in our sleep we become . The poet finds in the morning sweeter imagi- nations , the thinker profounder principles , the preacher 15 more pregnant arguments , and the very worker at the anvil a more subtle turn ...
... hours we think and feel ; in our sleep we become . The poet finds in the morning sweeter imagi- nations , the thinker profounder principles , the preacher 15 more pregnant arguments , and the very worker at the anvil a more subtle turn ...
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Page 135 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 362 - 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 494 - 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 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!
Page 318 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 464 - A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 271 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Page 182 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
Page 134 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 360 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.