The Home and Country Readers: Book One-, Књига 1Little, Brown,, 1918 |
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... o'er stone and sod . On , up ! Boot and saddle ! Give spurs to your steeds ! There's a city beleaguered that cries for men's deeds , For the faith that is strength and the love that is God ! On through the dawning ! Humanity calls ...
... o'er stone and sod . On , up ! Boot and saddle ! Give spurs to your steeds ! There's a city beleaguered that cries for men's deeds , For the faith that is strength and the love that is God ! On through the dawning ! Humanity calls ...
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... o'er the brave , When death , careering on the gale , Sleeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look , at once , to heaven and ...
... o'er the brave , When death , careering on the gale , Sleeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , The dying wanderer of the sea Shall look , at once , to heaven and ...
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... o'er the wold . He's crossing o'er the wold apace ; He's stronger than the storm ; He does not feel the cold , not he , His heart it is too warm : For father's heart is stout and true , " As ever human bosom knew . He makes all toil ...
... o'er the wold . He's crossing o'er the wold apace ; He's stronger than the storm ; He does not feel the cold , not he , His heart it is too warm : For father's heart is stout and true , " As ever human bosom knew . He makes all toil ...
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... o'er nights . He spares the upholsterer trouble to procure Chattels himself is his own furniture , And his sole riches . Wheresoe'er he roam , - ― Knock when you will , he's sure to be at home . Charles Lamb . THE OLD YELLOW LEATHER ...
... o'er nights . He spares the upholsterer trouble to procure Chattels himself is his own furniture , And his sole riches . Wheresoe'er he roam , - ― Knock when you will , he's sure to be at home . Charles Lamb . THE OLD YELLOW LEATHER ...
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... o'er my head . When I asked what reckoning there might be , He shook his broad boughs cheerily : A blessing be thine , green Apple - tree ! - Thomas Westwood . MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY PART FIRST " Arise ! my MINE HOST OF THE GOLDEN APPLE ...
... o'er my head . When I asked what reckoning there might be , He shook his broad boughs cheerily : A blessing be thine , green Apple - tree ! - Thomas Westwood . MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY PART FIRST " Arise ! my MINE HOST OF THE GOLDEN APPLE ...
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Anna Hempstead Branch Antwerp arms baby Banner Baucis beautiful began bird Blue Flower boy's brave Chandra child Cimabue courage cried dark DOG OF FLANDERS door elephant eyes face father flag garden gave Giotto girl give grass green grew guilders hand happy head heard heart Helen Hunt Jackson horse Indian Jack jack-o'-lantern Jehan Daas John Joy Bell Juliana Horatia Ewing lady land laugh leaves lived looked Mabel Mayor Melton milk Miss Celia Moon morning mother Mount Vernon Nanny never night o'er once papa Patrasche Philemon PIED PIPER Piper poor Quicksilver rats red squirrel round Rupert seemed shouted smile song star-spangled banner stars stone stood story summer sweet There's things thou thought town trees turned village voice Washington watch wind window woods young
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Страница 218 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"' They sailed and sailed as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l; speak and say — "...
Страница 253 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Страница 222 - And horses were born with eagles' wings : And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more...
Страница 226 - And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered ; And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling ; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, 33 Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the...
Страница 217 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone, Brave Adm'r'l speak; what shall I say?
Страница 254 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
Страница 253 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...
Страница 223 - At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: " 'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy; And as for our Corporation — shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!
Страница 253 - Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust...
Страница 17 - To such a task we can dedicate our lives and our fortunes, everything that we are and everything that we have, with the pride of those who know that the day has come when America is privileged to spend her blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the peace which she has treasured. God helping her, she can do no other.