Literature Reader, Volume 7California state printing office, 1916 |
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... live . " 11. When school hours were over , he was even the com- panion and playmate of the larger boys ; and on holiday after- noons would convoy some of the smaller ones home , who happened to have pretty sisters , or good housewives ...
... live . " 11. When school hours were over , he was even the com- panion and playmate of the larger boys ; and on holiday after- noons would convoy some of the smaller ones home , who happened to have pretty sisters , or good housewives ...
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... he secured this nickname ? What famous hero did he resemble in frame and powers of limb ? For what accomplishment are both the Tartars and the Cossacks noted ? Where do these people live STUDY PLAN " THE LEgend of sLEEPY HOLLOW " 47.
... he secured this nickname ? What famous hero did he resemble in frame and powers of limb ? For what accomplishment are both the Tartars and the Cossacks noted ? Where do these people live STUDY PLAN " THE LEgend of sLEEPY HOLLOW " 47.
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Leroy E. Armstrong. and the Cossacks noted ? Where do these people live ? What im- pression does setting his hat on one side convey to your mind ? Explain boon companions ; scoured the country ; stood by for a squall ; at the bottom of ...
Leroy E. Armstrong. and the Cossacks noted ? Where do these people live ? What im- pression does setting his hat on one side convey to your mind ? Explain boon companions ; scoured the country ; stood by for a squall ; at the bottom of ...
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... live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring , — Let them smile , as I do now , At the old forsaken bough Where I cling . -Oliver Wendell Holmes THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS ( Many boys and girls think that 70 SEVENTH YEAR LITERATURE ...
... live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring , — Let them smile , as I do now , At the old forsaken bough Where I cling . -Oliver Wendell Holmes THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS ( Many boys and girls think that 70 SEVENTH YEAR LITERATURE ...
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... live for you always - or die , If , dying , we still keep you waving on high . ' From the Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whit- comb Riley . Copyrighted 1913 by the Bobbs - Merrill Company . And so , by our love For ...
... live for you always - or die , If , dying , we still keep you waving on high . ' From the Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whit- comb Riley . Copyrighted 1913 by the Bobbs - Merrill Company . And so , by our love For ...
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Page 362 - Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also. And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.
Page 101 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Page 101 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Page 97 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 71 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 65 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Page 70 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 97 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 101 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Page 333 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.