Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 5Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1889 |
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... hour afterwards the night had set in , breezy , cold , clear , and moonlit . Does an October night need anything else ? I walked up through the cornfield to the lone oak in the upland clover , and after standing a while I was fortunate ...
... hour afterwards the night had set in , breezy , cold , clear , and moonlit . Does an October night need anything else ? I walked up through the cornfield to the lone oak in the upland clover , and after standing a while I was fortunate ...
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... hour , came a beautiful barn owl , and directly afterwards another . 1 Unlike the opossum , they did not wait for preliminary observations , but sailed away in the moonlight without a moment's pause . I tarried a while , hoping they ...
... hour , came a beautiful barn owl , and directly afterwards another . 1 Unlike the opossum , they did not wait for preliminary observations , but sailed away in the moonlight without a moment's pause . I tarried a while , hoping they ...
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... hour of true serenity . This idea may be illustrated by a page from the secret history of David Swan . We have nothing to do with David until we find 20 him , at the age of twenty , on the highroad from his native place to the city of ...
... hour of true serenity . This idea may be illustrated by a page from the secret history of David Swan . We have nothing to do with David until we find 20 him , at the age of twenty , on the highroad from his native place to the city of ...
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... unaccomplished wickedness , that they might be said to have gone on their way rejoicing . In a few hours they had forgotten the whole affair , nor once imagined that the recording angel had written down the crime of mur- DAVID SWAN . 53.
... unaccomplished wickedness , that they might be said to have gone on their way rejoicing . In a few hours they had forgotten the whole affair , nor once imagined that the recording angel had written down the crime of mur- DAVID SWAN . 53.
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... hour's repose had snatched from his elastic frame the weariness with which many hours of toil had burdened it . Now he stirred - now moved his lips , without a sound 10 -now talked , in an inward tone , to the noonday specters of his ...
... hour's repose had snatched from his elastic frame the weariness with which many hours of toil had burdened it . Now he stirred - now moved his lips , without a sound 10 -now talked , in an inward tone , to the noonday specters of his ...
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Страница 94 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Страница 429 - Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondman's two hundred and fifty years...
Страница 345 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 286 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity, watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned...
Страница 433 - 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 287 - The name of AMERICAN, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same Religion, Manners, Habits, and Political Principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the Independence and Liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts — of common dangers, sufferings, and successes.
Страница 344 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Страница 428 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Страница 94 - There is no longer any room for hope. 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...
Страница 95 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. 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!