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... Golden City 69. The Madrone ( Poetry ) . STORIES FROM THE BEST AUTHORS- 70. The Happy Valley 71. Lucy Gray ( Poetry ) STORIES FROM THE BEST AUTHORS- Thomas Starr King . 163 John Milton . 164 John Bunyan . 165 Bret Harte . 168 Dr. Samuel ...
... Golden City 69. The Madrone ( Poetry ) . STORIES FROM THE BEST AUTHORS- 70. The Happy Valley 71. Lucy Gray ( Poetry ) STORIES FROM THE BEST AUTHORS- Thomas Starr King . 163 John Milton . 164 John Bunyan . 165 Bret Harte . 168 Dr. Samuel ...
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... golden compositæ , beds of violets , beds of mint , beds of clover , and so on — certain species blooming somewhere all the year round . The Great Central Plain of California , during the months of March , April , and May , was one ...
... golden compositæ , beds of violets , beds of mint , beds of clover , and so on — certain species blooming somewhere all the year round . The Great Central Plain of California , during the months of March , April , and May , was one ...
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... golden , in mid air . It was sweet to think how far the light - house sent its rays and how many hearts it gladdened with the assurance of safety . As I grew older I was sometimes allowed to kindle the lamps myself . So little a ...
... golden , in mid air . It was sweet to think how far the light - house sent its rays and how many hearts it gladdened with the assurance of safety . As I grew older I was sometimes allowed to kindle the lamps myself . So little a ...
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... golden heart in safety from the shower that was sure to come . How could it know so much , and how could every other flower know what to do and what to be ? Why didn't the morning - glory forget , sometimes , and bear a cluster of ...
... golden heart in safety from the shower that was sure to come . How could it know so much , and how could every other flower know what to do and what to be ? Why didn't the morning - glory forget , sometimes , and bear a cluster of ...
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... golden rays and splashes on the thick , dark carpet of pine - tags , grasses , and flowers that crowded to border the trail . We were constantly coming into the homes of new blossoms , and as we ascended we found the red spike of the ...
... golden rays and splashes on the thick , dark carpet of pine - tags , grasses , and flowers that crowded to border the trail . We were constantly coming into the homes of new blossoms , and as we ascended we found the red spike of the ...
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Página 160 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Página 77 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Página 187 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Página 44 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 58 - O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 17 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 17 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 159 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Página 22 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
Página 187 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and, sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!