The Cyr Readers: Arranged by Grades. Book 1-8, Book 8Ginn, 1901 - Readers |
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... windows ; under its long projecting eaves nothing but garden tools and seats where , espe- cially on summer nights , a king might have wished to sit and smoke and call it his . Into this home , one meek , yellow evening ,
... windows ; under its long projecting eaves nothing but garden tools and seats where , espe- cially on summer nights , a king might have wished to sit and smoke and call it his . Into this home , one meek , yellow evening ,
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... night , he fortunately found the passes undefended and arrived before the outer 10 wall of the fortress without giving the alarm to the garrison . The entrance was through a narrow opening in the center of the rampart ; but this was now ...
... night , he fortunately found the passes undefended and arrived before the outer 10 wall of the fortress without giving the alarm to the garrison . The entrance was through a narrow opening in the center of the rampart ; but this was now ...
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... night , and went 20 on long , solitary walks . He continued to write Latin verses , and became so familiar with the Latin writers that he could recite many of their poems . Every little touch of beauty was appre- ciated by him and ...
... night , and went 20 on long , solitary walks . He continued to write Latin verses , and became so familiar with the Latin writers that he could recite many of their poems . Every little touch of beauty was appre- ciated by him and ...
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... night for a minute . Even Nolan lost his swagger in a moment . Then Morgan added : " Mr. Marshal , take the prisoner to Orleans in an armed boat , and deliver him to the naval commander there . " 15 The marshal gave his orders and the ...
... night for a minute . Even Nolan lost his swagger in a moment . Then Morgan added : " Mr. Marshal , take the prisoner to Orleans in an armed boat , and deliver him to the naval commander there . " 15 The marshal gave his orders and the ...
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... night pass but you pray God to bless that flag . Re- member , boy , that behind all these men you have to do with , behind officers and government , and people even , there is the Country Herself , your Country , and 5 that you belong ...
... night pass but you pray God to bless that flag . Re- member , boy , that behind all these men you have to do with , behind officers and government , and people even , there is the Country Herself , your Country , and 5 that you belong ...
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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.