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... dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel , writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the Presence in the room he said , " What ...
... dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel , writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the Presence in the room he said , " What ...
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... dreaming , an 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 ...
... dreaming , an 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 ...
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... Sleep . D. G. MITCHELL : Dream Life . MOORE : The Light of Other Days . LONGFELLOW : The Old Clock on the Stairs . WHITTIER : The Barefoot Boy . Twenty Years Ago . THE BOSTON TEA PARTY HE following incident is familiar to THE BOYS 15.
... Sleep . D. G. MITCHELL : Dream Life . MOORE : The Light of Other Days . LONGFELLOW : The Old Clock on the Stairs . WHITTIER : The Barefoot Boy . Twenty Years Ago . THE BOSTON TEA PARTY HE following incident is familiar to THE BOYS 15.
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... dream of the soul . Babes , youths , and grown - ups are , after all , much the same , always consoled by some sweet hope that lures on to greater things , and be- coming harder to guide and comfort as the years increase . A LIFE LESSON ...
... dream of the soul . Babes , youths , and grown - ups are , after all , much the same , always consoled by some sweet hope that lures on to greater things , and be- coming harder to guide and comfort as the years increase . A LIFE LESSON ...
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... dreams Are things of the long ago ; But Heaven holds all for which you sigh .-- There ! little girl , don't cry ! --James Whitcomb Riley . EXERCISES 1. What picture is given in the first stanza ? 2. What consolation ? 3. What period of ...
... dreams Are things of the long ago ; But Heaven holds all for which you sigh .-- There ! little girl , don't cry ! --James Whitcomb Riley . EXERCISES 1. What picture is given in the first stanza ? 2. What consolation ? 3. What period of ...
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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.