The Graded-school First-fifth Reader, Book 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1875 - Readers |
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... soul . 3. Will they go toiling up ambition's summit ? 4. My voice is still for war . Ou as in out . 1. Rouse , ye Romans ! Rouse , ye slaves ! 2. I found him on the mountain . 3. And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? 4. Now we will ...
... soul . 3. Will they go toiling up ambition's summit ? 4. My voice is still for war . Ou as in out . 1. Rouse , ye Romans ! Rouse , ye slaves ! 2. I found him on the mountain . 3. And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? 4. Now we will ...
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... soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief- For his great heart wanted a great relief— Stood forth in Bagdad daily , in the square Where once had stood a happy house , and there Harangued the tremblers at the scimiter On ...
... soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief- For his great heart wanted a great relief— Stood forth in Bagdad daily , in the square Where once had stood a happy house , and there Harangued the tremblers at the scimiter On ...
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... soul from out nature's great heart . From the dark cloud flows the life - giving shower ; From the rough sod comes the soft - breathing flower ; From the small insect the rich coral bower ; Only man , in the plan , ever shrinks from his ...
... soul from out nature's great heart . From the dark cloud flows the life - giving shower ; From the rough sod comes the soft - breathing flower ; From the small insect the rich coral bower ; Only man , in the plan , ever shrinks from his ...
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... soul needs ? 7. We know of many and many a rich man's house where it would not be safe to ask for the commonest English classics . A few garish annuals on the table , a few pictorial monstrosities , together with the stock of religious ...
... soul needs ? 7. We know of many and many a rich man's house where it would not be safe to ask for the commonest English classics . A few garish annuals on the table , a few pictorial monstrosities , together with the stock of religious ...
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... souls - children , and mother , and father . They may never again gather so many daisies and buttercups " all at once . " Perhaps some of the little hands have already picked their last flowers . Nevertheless , their summers are certain ...
... souls - children , and mother , and father . They may never again gather so many daisies and buttercups " all at once . " Perhaps some of the little hands have already picked their last flowers . Nevertheless , their summers are certain ...
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Popular passages
Page 135 - THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Page 278 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 109 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, WHO is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man ; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Page 98 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 310 - Laertes' head.'] And these few precepts in thy memory. Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment • Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Page 309 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 312 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 176 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 109 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner-stone thereof: When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Page 315 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..