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... angel presence , who told him his name was not recorded in the " book of gold " with " the names of those who love the Lord . " " I pray thee , then , " said he cheerily and low , " write my name as one who loves his fellow men . " And ...
... angel presence , who told him his name was not recorded in the " book of gold " with " the names of those who love the Lord . " " I pray thee , then , " said he cheerily and low , " write my name as one who loves his fellow men . " And ...
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... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one who loves his fellow men . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great awakening light , And showed ...
... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one who loves his fellow men . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great awakening light , And showed ...
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... angel song awakened the loved dreamer . With tender care , the toys have been left where the tiny hands placed them , and they seem almost a part of the little lost one as the father stands over them and calls to mind the scenes in ...
... angel song awakened the loved dreamer . With tender care , the toys have been left where the tiny hands placed them , and they seem almost a part of the little lost one as the father stands over them and calls to mind the scenes in ...
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... angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue , - Oh , the years are many , the years are long , But the little toy friends are true . Ay , faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand , Each in the same old place , Awaiting the touch of a little ...
... angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue , - Oh , the years are many , the years are long , But the little toy friends are true . Ay , faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand , Each in the same old place , Awaiting the touch of a little ...
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... angels laugh , too , at the good he has done ; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call , And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all ! Yes , we're boys , —always playing with tongue or with pen ; And I sometimes have ...
... angels laugh , too , at the good he has done ; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call , And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all ! Yes , we're boys , —always playing with tongue or with pen ; And I sometimes have ...
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Abou Ben Adhem ADDITIONAL READINGS angels Antony arms battle beautiful Bennie bishop Blossom Bois-Guilbert brave Brother of Mercy Brutus Cæsar child Christmas dark Dauphin dead death Dickens Dixie door dream earth Excelsior EXERCISES Explain eyes father fire following words give giveth his beloved-sleep Grand Master gray hand hath heart heaven holy honor hour Ivanhoe James Whitcomb Riley Jean Valjean John Greenleaf Whittier Julius Cæsar King land Leonainie liberty Lights of London Lincoln little Dauphin Little Nell living Logic is logic LONGFELLOW Look LOWELL Madame Magloire Marion meaning morning mountain never Nevermore night noble o'er one-hoss shay poem poet poor Raven Riley Rome seemed Sir Launfal sleep smile soldiers song sorrow soul Spartacus spirit stanza story sweet tea ships tell TENNYSON thee things thou thought told truth voice weaver White Ship WHITTIER words and expressions
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Page 215 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more.
Page 224 - 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 bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 299 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 24 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 52 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 329 - 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 214 - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 343 - ... terrors of a woman's tongue? The moment Wolf entered the house his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least flourish of a broomstick or ladle, he would fly to the door with yelping precipitation.
Page 358 - ... cocked hat made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Page 214 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.