Readings from LiteratureReuben Post Halleck American Book Company, 1915 - 320 páginas |
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... well - grown with mint and stinging nettles , just above a creek . Tom had scarce landed before he was up and off , running hard across the fields , Miss Minetta rose and looked at him with fire in ZENOBIA'S INFIDELITY 25.
... well - grown with mint and stinging nettles , just above a creek . Tom had scarce landed before he was up and off , running hard across the fields , Miss Minetta rose and looked at him with fire in ZENOBIA'S INFIDELITY 25.
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Reuben Post Halleck. Miss Minetta rose and looked at him with fire in her eyes . " Well ! " she said aloud , " I'd like mother to see you now ! " The doctor had jumped out of his gig and let his little mare go galloping up the road . He ...
Reuben Post Halleck. Miss Minetta rose and looked at him with fire in her eyes . " Well ! " she said aloud , " I'd like mother to see you now ! " The doctor had jumped out of his gig and let his little mare go galloping up the road . He ...
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... fire , And shook his very frame for ire , And " This to me ! " he said , " An ' twere not for thy hoary beard , Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas head ! And , first , I tell thee , haughty peer , He , who does ...
... fire , And shook his very frame for ire , And " This to me ! " he said , " An ' twere not for thy hoary beard , Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas head ! And , first , I tell thee , haughty peer , He , who does ...
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... Fire . A Steady Head . How I was Imprisoned in a Medieval Castle and Escaped from It . SUGGESTIONS FOR ADDITIONAL READINGS The Cloister and the Hearth . Charles Reade . Hugh Wynne . S. Weir Mitchell . St. Ives . Robert Louis Stevenson ...
... Fire . A Steady Head . How I was Imprisoned in a Medieval Castle and Escaped from It . SUGGESTIONS FOR ADDITIONAL READINGS The Cloister and the Hearth . Charles Reade . Hugh Wynne . S. Weir Mitchell . St. Ives . Robert Louis Stevenson ...
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... fire " at the bottom of the garden . How could he have foreseen that the flying sparks would have lighted the Colonel's little hayrick and consumed a week's - store for the horses ? Sudden and swift was 80 RUDYARD KIPLING.
... fire " at the bottom of the garden . How could he have foreseen that the flying sparks would have lighted the Colonel's little hayrick and consumed a week's - store for the horses ? Sudden and swift was 80 RUDYARD KIPLING.
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ADDITIONAL READINGS American Literature Boatswain born Brer Fox Brer Rabbit Captain Phips chimney corner cinder-gray Coppy Cruncher door England English Literature ENGLISH THEME SUBJECTS eyes father feel fire Fritz Halleck's History Halleck's New English hand heard heart Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hereward Hildesmuller History of American Hondo James Whitcomb Riley John Greenleaf Whittier Lady Teazle Laugh Lena letter live looked Madame Defarge Madison Cawein Miss Pross mountain Nathaniel Hawthorne never night ORAL AND WRITTEN poem poet Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Louis Stevenson round Rudyard Kipling sezee Shakespeare shepherd Sir Peter song spelling and meaning stanza story stranger STUDY HINTS Study Study the spelling SUGGESTIONS FOR ADDITIONAL SUGGESTIONS FOR ORAL teacher to read tell thee things Thomas thou Twice-Told Tales verse Wee Willie Winkie wife William wind words write WRITTEN ENGLISH THEME young Zenobia
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Página 157 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Página 138 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 117 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Página 254 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 245 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Página 115 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 181 - I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Página 156 - ... 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!
Página 157 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Página 107 - What did the winds and the sea-birds say Of the cruel captain who sailed away? — Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!