The Pacific Coast Fourth ReaderA.L. Bancroft & Company, 1878 - 240 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 32
... leaf , gold hammered very thin . Phăn'tom , a ghost . Viş'ion , a dream - like appear- ance . 10 the western - bound emigrant train , creeping slowly along , day after day , in a cloud of stifling dust , with the slow pace of its ox ...
... leaf , gold hammered very thin . Phăn'tom , a ghost . Viş'ion , a dream - like appear- ance . 10 the western - bound emigrant train , creeping slowly along , day after day , in a cloud of stifling dust , with the slow pace of its ox ...
Σελίδα 34
... leaf , so as to be packed in the smallest space . 7. The pony - rider traveled about two hundred and fifty miles a day . There were about eighty pony riders in the saddle all the time , night and day , stretching in a long scattering ...
... leaf , so as to be packed in the smallest space . 7. The pony - rider traveled about two hundred and fifty miles a day . There were about eighty pony riders in the saddle all the time , night and day , stretching in a long scattering ...
Σελίδα 50
... Leaves no track or trench on thee ! 2. Spring's green witchery is weaving Braid and border for thy side ; Grace forever haunts thy journey , Beauty dimples on thy tide . Through the purple gates of morning , Now thy roseate ripples ...
... Leaves no track or trench on thee ! 2. Spring's green witchery is weaving Braid and border for thy side ; Grace forever haunts thy journey , Beauty dimples on thy tide . Through the purple gates of morning , Now thy roseate ripples ...
Σελίδα 51
... Leaves no track or trench on thee ! SAM . L. SIMPSON . LESSON IX . A NEVADA QUARTZ - MILL . PART FIRST . A măl'gam ate , to mix or com- pound , as quicksilver with sil- ver and gold . Sulphate , a salt formed by sulphuric acid in ...
... Leaves no track or trench on thee ! SAM . L. SIMPSON . LESSON IX . A NEVADA QUARTZ - MILL . PART FIRST . A măl'gam ate , to mix or com- pound , as quicksilver with sil- ver and gold . Sulphate , a salt formed by sulphuric acid in ...
Σελίδα 56
... leaves the gold pure and ready to be weighed on its own merits . 10. Then salt water is poured into the vessel con- taining the silver in solution , and the silver returns to its solid form again and sinks to the bottom . Nothing now ...
... leaves the gold pure and ready to be weighed on its own merits . 10. Then salt water is poured into the vessel con- taining the silver in solution , and the silver returns to its solid form again and sinks to the bottom . Nothing now ...
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arms BAYARD TAYLOR bear bell bird blow body BRET HARTE bright called child CIRCUMFLEX cloud cold color Comanche coyote cupel CURRIE dark dashed dead dream dropped dying eagle earth EUGENE ARAM eyes fall fearful feet fell fire flushing river flying forest fly galloped gold habits hand head heard heart horse hung inflection J. G. HOLLAND laid lance leaves LESSON light look Maxtla Medford town morning mother mountain nest never night o'er ORTHOEPY oŭs Paso del Mar Paul Revere pause pertaining pets sounded prince quicksilver ride rising inflection river roar rock rode rolled rope rose round sail shore side sight silver snow soul sound Squeers SQUIRE stood strange stream sweet SWIPES syllable Tepanecs thee THOMAS HOOD thou thought trees turned voice wall watch Weinsberg wild wind wings wonder word young
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Σελίδα 203 - 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...
Σελίδα 202 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees...
Σελίδα 150 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Σελίδα 165 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it. Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Σελίδα 239 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Σελίδα 135 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Σελίδα 74 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Σελίδα 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Σελίδα 225 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out...
Σελίδα 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...