School Reading by Grades: First [-eighth] Year, Book 8American Book Company, 1897 - Children's poetry |
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... sides . " She was deprived of mass . " Our Lord can make me 10 hear it without your aid , " she said , weeping . It is said that an Englishman who was present at the trial was so struck with Jeanne's evident sincerity that he could not ...
... sides . " She was deprived of mass . " Our Lord can make me 10 hear it without your aid , " she said , weeping . It is said that an Englishman who was present at the trial was so struck with Jeanne's evident sincerity that he could not ...
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... side . 20 Wrapt up in his sublime office , he saw not the danger , but still persisted in his prayers . Even then , when the last enemy was racing up the fiery stairs to seize her , even at that moment did this noblest of girls think ...
... side . 20 Wrapt up in his sublime office , he saw not the danger , but still persisted in his prayers . Even then , when the last enemy was racing up the fiery stairs to seize her , even at that moment did this noblest of girls think ...
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... side ; he was speaking low in 10 her ear : I did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy ; and I watched her eye with painful anxiety , I listened too ; expecting every moment to see its dark orb turn on me a glance of ...
... side ; he was speaking low in 10 her ear : I did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy ; and I watched her eye with painful anxiety , I listened too ; expecting every moment to see its dark orb turn on me a glance of ...
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... side By those who in their turn shall follow them . ― 5 10 15 So live that when thy summons comes to join 20 The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death ...
... side By those who in their turn shall follow them . ― 5 10 15 So live that when thy summons comes to join 20 The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death ...
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... side he looked down into a deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled 25 with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . For some time Rip lay musing ...
... side he looked down into a deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled 25 with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . For some time Rip lay musing ...
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Page 217 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the Air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing Embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the Cricket on the hearth...
Page 213 - Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 213 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 40 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of Death, Thou go not like the quarry -slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 180 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 38 - 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 117 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 179 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 143 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 38 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...