The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Book 8Ginn, 1901 - Readers |
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... voice- Thou must be dumb ; And so should all things be- Earth should be dumb And Heaven - unless its thunders muttered at The deed , and sent a bolt to stop it ! My bow and quiver ! — Ges . When all's ready . Tell . Well ! lead on ...
... voice- Thou must be dumb ; And so should all things be- Earth should be dumb And Heaven - unless its thunders muttered at The deed , and sent a bolt to stop it ! My bow and quiver ! — Ges . When all's ready . Tell . Well ! lead on ...
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... voice and example ; but at this moment he was struck by a large stone on the head , not then protected by his buckler , and was 20 stretched on the ground . The dauntless chief still con- tinued to animate his followers by his voice ...
... voice and example ; but at this moment he was struck by a large stone on the head , not then protected by his buckler , and was 20 stretched on the ground . The dauntless chief still con- tinued to animate his followers by his voice ...
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... voice was 15 shaken by emotion . " Neither shall die ! " he cried . " Old man ! fair maiden ! I spare your lives and , for your sake , the lives of all these people . Nay , do not thank me ; for I have gained in this interview a knowl ...
... voice was 15 shaken by emotion . " Neither shall die ! " he cried . " Old man ! fair maiden ! I spare your lives and , for your sake , the lives of all these people . Nay , do not thank me ; for I have gained in this interview a knowl ...
Page 75
... voice , whose very presence seems like a ray of sunshine , to turn everything they touch into gold . Men never break down as long as they can keep cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The shadow ...
... voice , whose very presence seems like a ray of sunshine , to turn everything they touch into gold . Men never break down as long as they can keep cheerful . " A merry heart is a continual feast " to others besides itself . The shadow ...
Page 78
... voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole 10 line : " Will ye no believe it noo ? The slogan has ceased , indeed , but the Campbells are comin ' . D'ye hear ? D'ye hear ? " At that moment they seem to hear the voice ...
... voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole 10 line : " Will ye no believe it noo ? The slogan has ceased , indeed , but the Campbells are comin ' . D'ye hear ? D'ye hear ? " At that moment they seem to hear the voice ...
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Page 169 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
Page 228 - 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.
Page 54 - 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 116 - 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 ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 229 - 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.
Page 18 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance; a thousand bosoms freely and fearlessly bared in an instant to whatever of terror there may be in war and death ; — all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is...
Page 22 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Page 89 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Page 22 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 230 - 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.