Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Bücher 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... flowers of genius have grown in an 15 atmosphere where those of nature are prone to droop , and are difficult to bring to maturity . The mental pow- ers acquire their full robustness when the cheek loses its ruddy hue and the limbs ...
... flowers of genius have grown in an 15 atmosphere where those of nature are prone to droop , and are difficult to bring to maturity . The mental pow- ers acquire their full robustness when the cheek loses its ruddy hue and the limbs ...
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... flower of the earth ? " " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " " Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in deed ...
... flower of the earth ? " " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " " Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in deed ...
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... flowers that had taken to flying . The wild 20 honey - bees , too , in their several species , had peculiar charms for me . There were the buff - colored carders , that erected over their honey - jars domes of moss ; the lapidary red ...
... flowers that had taken to flying . The wild 20 honey - bees , too , in their several species , had peculiar charms for me . There were the buff - colored carders , that erected over their honey - jars domes of moss ; the lapidary red ...
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... was still 30 in the open air , with the sweetest influences about him : the sky , the trees , the greensward , and flowers with the breath of God in them ! 5 VI . MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . BY THE OLD MAN AT THE GATE . 35.
... was still 30 in the open air , with the sweetest influences about him : the sky , the trees , the greensward , and flowers with the breath of God in them ! 5 VI . MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . BY THE OLD MAN AT THE GATE . 35.
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... flowers 20 of brimstone and molasses just to purify them ; because you think we carry on business that way , you'll find yourself mistaken , and so I tell you plainly . " if " My dear ! " said Squeers , frowning . " Hem ! " " Oh ...
... flowers 20 of brimstone and molasses just to purify them ; because you think we carry on business that way , you'll find yourself mistaken , and so I tell you plainly . " if " My dear ! " said Squeers , frowning . " Hem ! " " Oh ...
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Seite 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; 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.
Seite 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Seite 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Seite 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind 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...
Seite 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Seite 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Seite 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.