Dictation Day by Day: A Modern SpellerMacmillan Company, 1909 |
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... thought he would return in safety . re quired ' courage in side ' hes'i tate prob'a bly REVIEW accounts accustomed agree conduct constantly continent anxious copies informed injured instantly invalid excellent excited 5 failure famous ...
... thought he would return in safety . re quired ' courage in side ' hes'i tate prob'a bly REVIEW accounts accustomed agree conduct constantly continent anxious copies informed injured instantly invalid excellent excited 5 failure famous ...
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... thoughts to others . She then became so interested that she studied constantly . a ston'ish ed u ca'tion sense ar'ti cles knife knives ob'ject ex am'ined la'bels rec'og nized dif'fer ence sim'i lar ex'er ci ses re peat'ed per ceived ...
... thoughts to others . She then became so interested that she studied constantly . a ston'ish ed u ca'tion sense ar'ti cles knife knives ob'ject ex am'ined la'bels rec'og nized dif'fer ence sim'i lar ex'er ci ses re peat'ed per ceived ...
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... rest and sleep ! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep 1 Reprinted from Bryant's " Complete Poems . " by permission of D. APPLETON AND COMPANY . Your rest from danger free . Your silent tents of 30 DICTATION DAY BY DAY.
... rest and sleep ! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep 1 Reprinted from Bryant's " Complete Poems . " by permission of D. APPLETON AND COMPANY . Your rest from danger free . Your silent tents of 30 DICTATION DAY BY DAY.
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... banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty 42 DICTATION DAY BY DAY.
... banish the thoughts of day . Not from the grand old masters , Not from the bards sublime , Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time . For , like strains of martial music , Their mighty 42 DICTATION DAY BY DAY.
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... thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor ; And to - night I long for rest . Read from some humble poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through ...
... thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor ; And to - night I long for rest . Read from some humble poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through ...
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Página 45 - 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...
Página 39 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Página 53 - From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air, My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows.
Página 114 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Página 44 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Página 83 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 41 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Página 17 - It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, " Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Página 42 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 38 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!