The Pacific Coast Fourth ReaderA.L. Bancroft & Company, 1878 - 240 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 43
... tree which grew in the corner of the fence near the school - house , and then cried- " Step Hen ! Step Hen ! come and help us ! We can't hold it ! " 8. Step Hen felt flattered at being called upon to render his powerful assistance . He ...
... tree which grew in the corner of the fence near the school - house , and then cried- " Step Hen ! Step Hen ! come and help us ! We can't hold it ! " 8. Step Hen felt flattered at being called upon to render his powerful assistance . He ...
Σελίδα 61
... tree like thee arrayed , Oh , thou gallant of the glade ! 2. When the fervid August sun Scorches all it looks upon , And the balsam of the pine Drips from stem to needle fine , Round thy compact shade arranged , Not a leaf of thee is ...
... tree like thee arrayed , Oh , thou gallant of the glade ! 2. When the fervid August sun Scorches all it looks upon , And the balsam of the pine Drips from stem to needle fine , Round thy compact shade arranged , Not a leaf of thee is ...
Σελίδα 75
... trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load , 9. 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 ...
... trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load , 9. 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 ...
Σελίδα 78
... trees freezing to the heart . 9. Sea , and plain , and rolling steppe lay aside their seamless shroud of white , and a brilliant tint of emerald overspreads the landscape . Awakened Nature , with one resounding cry , leaps up and claps ...
... trees freezing to the heart . 9. Sea , and plain , and rolling steppe lay aside their seamless shroud of white , and a brilliant tint of emerald overspreads the landscape . Awakened Nature , with one resounding cry , leaps up and claps ...
Σελίδα 82
... trees ; No sound was heard but the dashing Of waves on the sandy bar , When Pablo of San Diego Rode down to the Paso del Mar. 2. The pescador , out in his shallop , Gathering his harvest so wide , Sees the dim bulk of the headland Loom ...
... trees ; No sound was heard but the dashing Of waves on the sandy bar , When Pablo of San Diego Rode down to the Paso del Mar. 2. The pescador , out in his shallop , Gathering his harvest so wide , Sees the dim bulk of the headland Loom ...
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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...