The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Book 8Ginn, 1901 - Readers |
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... father , James Carlyle , was a poor mason , so poor that at times there was scarcely enough food in the house for his 5 family ; but the father resolved that the boy should have an education , and saved , little by little , the money to ...
... father , James Carlyle , was a poor mason , so poor that at times there was scarcely enough food in the house for his 5 family ; but the father resolved that the boy should have an education , and saved , little by little , the money to ...
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... father built his houses , so that they would last . He scolded the world for its faults , but he was very kind - hearted . His " History of the French Revolution " is a wonderful work . 5 When the first volume of this history was ...
... father built his houses , so that they would last . He scolded the world for its faults , but he was very kind - hearted . His " History of the French Revolution " is a wonderful work . 5 When the first volume of this history was ...
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... or still more easily if Father Andreas would set up the pruning ladder , my porringer was placed ; there many a sunset have I , looking at the western mountains , consumed my evening meal . " Those hues of gold and azure , that hush B6 %
... or still more easily if Father Andreas would set up the pruning ladder , my porringer was placed ; there many a sunset have I , looking at the western mountains , consumed my evening meal . " Those hues of gold and azure , that hush B6 %
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... father murder his own child . Ges . Take off His chains , if he consent . Tell . With his own hand ! Ges . Does he consent ? Alb . He does . [ Gesler signs to his officers , who pro- Tell all the time uncon- ceed to take off Tell's.
... father murder his own child . Ges . Take off His chains , if he consent . Tell . With his own hand ! Ges . Does he consent ? Alb . He does . [ Gesler signs to his officers , who pro- Tell all the time uncon- ceed to take off Tell's.
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... Father - father ! You will not hit me , father ! — Tell . Hit thee ! - Send The arrow through thy brain- or , missing that , Shoot out an eye- or , if thine eye escape , Mangle the cheek I've seen thy mother's lips Cover with kisses ...
... Father - father ! You will not hit me , father ! — Tell . Hit thee ! - Send The arrow through thy brain- or , missing that , Shoot out an eye- or , if thine eye escape , Mangle the cheek I've seen thy mother's lips Cover with kisses ...
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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 169 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Page 119 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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 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 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.
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 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 116 - 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.