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... woods and beat the icicles off the big trees as a housewife would brush down cobwebs . This done , she begins to hang up soft , new curtains 10 at the forest windows , and to spread over her floor a new carpet of an emerald loveliness ...
... woods and beat the icicles off the big trees as a housewife would brush down cobwebs . This done , she begins to hang up soft , new curtains 10 at the forest windows , and to spread over her floor a new carpet of an emerald loveliness ...
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... wood , - In the lane ; there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' t is good enough for thee . Ill befall the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that will be seen , Whether we will see or no ; Others ...
... wood , - In the lane ; there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' t is good enough for thee . Ill befall the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that will be seen , Whether we will see or no ; Others ...
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... woods , made him familiar with Nature ; new discoveries of her beauties and the constant changes of the seasons soon became his greatest delight . 5 The meadows and stream sides were stored with treasures , and when only twelve years of ...
... woods , made him familiar with Nature ; new discoveries of her beauties and the constant changes of the seasons soon became his greatest delight . 5 The meadows and stream sides were stored with treasures , and when only twelve years of ...
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... woods and meadows where he had wan- dered as a boy . The axe was always destroying his forest . " Thank God , " he said , " they cannot cut down the clouds ! " 20 Thoreau died on the 6th of May , 1862. His grave is in the beautiful ...
... woods and meadows where he had wan- dered as a boy . The axe was always destroying his forest . " Thank God , " he said , " they cannot cut down the clouds ! " 20 Thoreau died on the 6th of May , 1862. His grave is in the beautiful ...
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... wooden troop to your own disposal . ” ― By good fortune this happened at a time when the 20 lieutenant a young officer who had made this little theater himself and presented it to us children — had himself been expressing a desire to ...
... wooden troop to your own disposal . ” ― By good fortune this happened at a time when the 20 lieutenant a young officer who had made this little theater himself and presented it to us children — had himself been expressing a desire to ...
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Page 227 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 314 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 44 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. 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.
Page 65 - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 45 - It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Page 228 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch 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.
Page 186 - A corse between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Page 228 - 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 our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 376 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Page 46 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.