Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... King of the Golden River . 44. The King of the Golden River . II . 45. The King of the Golden River . III . 46. From Shore to Shore 47. The Chieftainess and the Volcano 48. The Three Hundred Spartans . I. 49. The Three Hundred Spartans ...
... King of the Golden River . 44. The King of the Golden River . II . 45. The King of the Golden River . III . 46. From Shore to Shore 47. The Chieftainess and the Volcano 48. The Three Hundred Spartans . I. 49. The Three Hundred Spartans ...
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... king called Herjulf . The eldest son of Herjulf , a brave sea captain named Biarni , was at that time sailing in dis- tant seas — whether for honest purposes of trade or for pil- lage , no one knows . When he returned to Iceland late in ...
... king called Herjulf . The eldest son of Herjulf , a brave sea captain named Biarni , was at that time sailing in dis- tant seas — whether for honest purposes of trade or for pil- lage , no one knows . When he returned to Iceland late in ...
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... king , John of Portugal , and made it so plain that the earth was round and that India might be reached by sailing westward that the king almost believed it . But would there not be great glory and honor to the man who should make the ...
... king , John of Portugal , and made it so plain that the earth was round and that India might be reached by sailing westward that the king almost believed it . But would there not be great glory and honor to the man who should make the ...
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... king and queen , w were then at Cordova . 2. Leaving Diego at the convent , where he would well cared for by good Father Perez , Columbus hasten 1 to Cordova . But the king was just then.
... king and queen , w were then at Cordova . 2. Leaving Diego at the convent , where he would well cared for by good Father Perez , Columbus hasten 1 to Cordova . But the king was just then.
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... king . " Your project is certainly worth listening to , " said he . " I will ask the king to call the wise men of Spain together to look into the matter . " 4. And so a number of bishops and archbishops and learned doctors met at ...
... king . " Your project is certainly worth listening to , " said he . " I will ask the king to call the wise men of Spain together to look into the matter . " 4. And so a number of bishops and archbishops and learned doctors met at ...
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366 psl. - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
180 psl. - 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.
138 psl. - We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines. Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; . When, waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
364 psl. - 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.
182 psl. - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
183 psl. - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave...
138 psl. - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
173 psl. - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
348 psl. - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
182 psl. - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...