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... road as I was coming home from the fair ; and there's twenty pounds and one shilling and four pence that we got for the butter and the eggs , only they brought two- score of the eggs back again after they had kept them so long that they ...
... road as I was coming home from the fair ; and there's twenty pounds and one shilling and four pence that we got for the butter and the eggs , only they brought two- score of the eggs back again after they had kept them so long that they ...
Strona 68
... man's humble promise , " Yes , wife , I'll do just what you tell me , " as he went out of the gate and into the road . As he was jogging along the highway , who should come up to him but a fine gentleman riding on a 68 THE FIFTH READER.
... man's humble promise , " Yes , wife , I'll do just what you tell me , " as he went out of the gate and into the road . As he was jogging along the highway , who should come up to him but a fine gentleman riding on a 68 THE FIFTH READER.
Strona 69
... road when she came from the fair , but she says it is all right . " " Then it must be , " declared the fine gentleman , " but there's many a thief going about these days , and you ought not to tell any one about your money ; you might ...
... road when she came from the fair , but she says it is all right . " " Then it must be , " declared the fine gentleman , " but there's many a thief going about these days , and you ought not to tell any one about your money ; you might ...
Strona 70
... road made a sharp turn down a hill , with a brook at the bottom , and trees growing thickly all around , and the fine gentleman pulled out a pistol and pointed it full at the simple old man and said , " Stand still and give me your ...
... road made a sharp turn down a hill , with a brook at the bottom , and trees growing thickly all around , and the fine gentleman pulled out a pistol and pointed it full at the simple old man and said , " Stand still and give me your ...
Strona 73
... road he spied old Tib feeding under a tree , for the fine gentleman had found that he could get on faster without her . So the simple old man and Tib and the fine gentleman's horse and the fine gentleman's portmanteau with the gold and ...
... road he spied old Tib feeding under a tree , for the fine gentleman had found that he could get on faster without her . So the simple old man and Tib and the fine gentleman's horse and the fine gentleman's portmanteau with the gold and ...
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Strona 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
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Strona 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Strona 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strona 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for 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 can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
Strona 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Strona 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Strona 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Strona 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.