Primer [first-fifth] Reader, 第 5 冊Ginn, 1908 |
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... FORESTS AND THEIR USES THE BRAVE OLD OAK THE TEMPEST WOLSEY'S FAREWELL Gilbert White 240 James Fenimore Cooper 242 James Fenimore Cooper 245 Henry W. Longfellow 249 Edward Everett 250 William Black 253 William Black 256 William Black ...
... FORESTS AND THEIR USES THE BRAVE OLD OAK THE TEMPEST WOLSEY'S FAREWELL Gilbert White 240 James Fenimore Cooper 242 James Fenimore Cooper 245 Henry W. Longfellow 249 Edward Everett 250 William Black 253 William Black 256 William Black ...
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... Sleepy Hollow , within the shadow of the hills he pictured so vividly in his legend of Tarrytown . literature fictitious cargoes influence preference illusions SUNNYSIDE A BEE HUNT he beautiful forest in which we were. 70.
... Sleepy Hollow , within the shadow of the hills he pictured so vividly in his legend of Tarrytown . literature fictitious cargoes influence preference illusions SUNNYSIDE A BEE HUNT he beautiful forest in which we were. 70.
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Joseph Henry Wade, Emma Sylvester. A BEE HUNT he beautiful forest in which we were encamped nded in bee trees ; that is to say , trees in the de- d trunks of which wild bees had established their s . We are always accustomed to associate ...
Joseph Henry Wade, Emma Sylvester. A BEE HUNT he beautiful forest in which we were encamped nded in bee trees ; that is to say , trees in the de- d trunks of which wild bees had established their s . We are always accustomed to associate ...
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... forest . Here our leader halted , and then advanced quietly to a low bush , on the top of which I perceived a piece of honeycomb . This , I found , was the bait or lure for the wild bees . Several were hum- ming about it or diving into ...
... forest . Here our leader halted , and then advanced quietly to a low bush , on the top of which I perceived a piece of honeycomb . This , I found , was the bait or lure for the wild bees . Several were hum- ming about it or diving into ...
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... forest of The Hague , smoking his long jasmine pipe , and listening to all that his counselors had to say on a subject about which they knew nothing ; but , in spite of all the conjecturing of the sagest and oldest heads , the governor ...
... forest of The Hague , smoking his long jasmine pipe , and listening to all that his counselors had to say on a subject about which they knew nothing ; but , in spite of all the conjecturing of the sagest and oldest heads , the governor ...
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第 174 頁 - But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
第 148 頁 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 149 頁 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
第 272 頁 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
第 29 頁 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
第 294 頁 - We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract.
第 28 頁 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone, Brave Adm'r'l speak; what shall I say?
第 321 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 287 頁 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
第 63 頁 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.