Everyday Classics: Eighth Reader : the Introduction to LiteratureMacmillan Company, 1918 - 415 страница |
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... head , and a gun discharged , being the preconcerted signals for land . New joy was awakened 5 throughout the little squadron , and every eye was turned to the west . As they advanced , however , their cloud - built hopes faded away ...
... head , and a gun discharged , being the preconcerted signals for land . New joy was awakened 5 throughout the little squadron , and every eye was turned to the west . As they advanced , however , their cloud - built hopes faded away ...
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... heads the wing of a bird or some large feather , and a rattle , which they take from the tail of a snake . Many have the whole skin of a hawk or some strange fowl stuffed , with the wings spread . Their heads 25 and shoulders are ...
... heads the wing of a bird or some large feather , and a rattle , which they take from the tail of a snake . Many have the whole skin of a hawk or some strange fowl stuffed , with the wings spread . Their heads 25 and shoulders are ...
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... head with bone two or three inches long . These they use to shoot at squirrels on trees . Another sort of arrow is made of reeds . These are pierced with wood headed with splinters of crystal or some 20 other sharp stone , the spurs of ...
... head with bone two or three inches long . These they use to shoot at squirrels on trees . Another sort of arrow is made of reeds . These are pierced with wood headed with splinters of crystal or some 20 other sharp stone , the spurs of ...
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... head to the end of their arrows . For their wars they use targets that are round and made of the bark of trees , and ... heads of the rivers , where there is plenty of game . For betwixt the rivers the ground is so narrow that little 20 ...
... head to the end of their arrows . For their wars they use targets that are round and made of the bark of trees , and ... heads of the rivers , where there is plenty of game . For betwixt the rivers the ground is so narrow that little 20 ...
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... head , which is stuffed ; and the horns , head , eyes , ears , and every part are artificially counterfeited as perfectly as he can devise . Thus shrouding his body in the skin , by stalking he approaches the deer , creeping on the ...
... head , which is stuffed ; and the horns , head , eyes , ears , and every part are artificially counterfeited as perfectly as he can devise . Thus shrouding his body in the skin , by stalking he approaches the deer , creeping on the ...
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American beautiful beneath blessing cable called canoe Captain Catskill Mountains Columbus Dame Van Winkle dark Deerslayer Dutch earth England eyes father feeling fire follow Glossary gray hand head hear heard heart HELPS TO STUDY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills honor horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane Indian Irving JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John Alden JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King land laugh light live look Maud Muller Miles Standish mountain never night o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Oral and Written passed Pathfinder peace poem poet poor Priscilla rifle Rip Van Winkle Rip's river round sail scene seemed shore side Sleepy Hollow soldiers spirit stand stanza stood story strange sweet tell thee things thou thought toil Town Pump tree turned village voice WASHINGTON IRVING wild wind wood Written Composition young
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Страница 360 - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Страница 372 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath...
Страница 151 - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne.
Страница 285 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 152 - If we wish to be free , if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight ! I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us. They tell us, sir, that we are weak ; unable to cope...
Страница 150 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
Страница 285 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Страница 289 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Страница 221 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Страница 358 - He knew to bide his time, And can his fame abide, Still patient in his simple faith sublime, Till the wise years decide. Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.