The Pacific Coast Fourth ReaderA.L. Bancroft & Company, 1878 - 240 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 51
... silver tongues be lost . Oh ! thy glimmering rush of gladness Mocks this turbid life of mine , Racing to the wild Forever , Down the sloping paths of Time ! Onward ever , Lovely river , Softly calling to the sea ; Time that scars us ...
... silver tongues be lost . Oh ! thy glimmering rush of gladness Mocks this turbid life of mine , Racing to the wild Forever , Down the sloping paths of Time ! Onward ever , Lovely river , Softly calling to the sea ; Time that scars us ...
Σελίδα 52
... silver out of the ore was the dreary and laborious other half of it . 2. We had to turn out at six in the morning , and keep at it till dark . The mill in which we worked was a six - stamp affair , driven by steam . Six tall , upright ...
... silver out of the ore was the dreary and laborious other half of it . 2. We had to turn out at six in the morning , and keep at it till dark . The mill in which we worked was a six - stamp affair , driven by steam . Six tall , upright ...
Σελίδα 53
... silver , and would not let it unite with the quicksilver . All these tiresome things we had to attend to constantly . 7. Streams of dirty water flowed always from the pans , and were carried off in broad , wooden troughs to the ravine ...
... silver , and would not let it unite with the quicksilver . All these tiresome things we had to attend to constantly . 7. Streams of dirty water flowed always from the pans , and were carried off in broad , wooden troughs to the ravine ...
Σελίδα 55
... silver , and base metals in the mass . This is an interesting process , and calls into requisition some of the wonders of chemistry . 6. The silver chip is first hammered out as thin as paper , and then weighed in scales so fine and ...
... silver , and base metals in the mass . This is an interesting process , and calls into requisition some of the wonders of chemistry . 6. The silver chip is first hammered out as thin as paper , and then weighed in scales so fine and ...
Σελίδα 56
... silver and 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 ...
... silver and 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 ...
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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...