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Page 138
... followed perhaps by a smile . Cowper . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile , To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
... followed perhaps by a smile . Cowper . TO BLOSSOMS . FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile , To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
Page 166
... followed ; but having been pre - occupied , and less on the alert , was among the hindmost . The valiant Doctor had between fifty and eighty rods the start of us . His fiery little pony carried him straight up to the nearest bear ...
... followed ; but having been pre - occupied , and less on the alert , was among the hindmost . The valiant Doctor had between fifty and eighty rods the start of us . His fiery little pony carried him straight up to the nearest bear ...
Page 168
... followed up by the clamor which has only to be heard once to be remembered for ever - of the Comanche war - whoop ; and then , above us , the heavy tramp and rush of a troop descending the hill 168 THE FIFTH STANDARD READER .
... followed up by the clamor which has only to be heard once to be remembered for ever - of the Comanche war - whoop ; and then , above us , the heavy tramp and rush of a troop descending the hill 168 THE FIFTH STANDARD READER .
Page 169
... followed at momentary intervals , and then the echoes faded into pulseless and oppressive silence , broken only by the sobbing moans of the wounded bear beneath me . I was stupefied . These events were so strange , and had followed each ...
... followed at momentary intervals , and then the echoes faded into pulseless and oppressive silence , broken only by the sobbing moans of the wounded bear beneath me . I was stupefied . These events were so strange , and had followed each ...
Page 176
... followed him , and did not cease to grumble and make threatening grimaces at him , till he saw me take the egg . If he succeeded in getting it , he would endeavour to run to a tree , where , having devoured it , he threw down the shells ...
... followed him , and did not cease to grumble and make threatening grimaces at him , till he saw me take the egg . If he succeeded in getting it , he would endeavour to run to a tree , where , having devoured it , he threw down the shells ...
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Popular passages
Page 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.