The Elson Readers..: Book 5-8 ...Scott, Foresman and Company, 1921 |
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... laughed , and did no longer wish to die ; 20 Being glad of you , O pine - trees and the sky ! NOTES AND QUESTIONS Biography . Rupert Brooke ( 1887-1915 ) was born in Rugby , Eng- land . When the World War broke out , he gave up his ...
... laughed , and did no longer wish to die ; 20 Being glad of you , O pine - trees and the sky ! NOTES AND QUESTIONS Biography . Rupert Brooke ( 1887-1915 ) was born in Rugby , Eng- land . When the World War broke out , he gave up his ...
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... laughed a pitiless laugh ; ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; 5 Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they'll greet us ! " - and all ...
... laughed a pitiless laugh ; ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; 5 Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they'll greet us ! " - and all ...
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... laughed a pitiless laugh , 139 , 3 by common consent , 139 , 23 10 INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP ROBERT BROWNING You know , we French stormed Ratisbon ; A mile or so away , On a little mound , Napoleon Stood on our storming - day ; 5 With ...
... laughed a pitiless laugh , 139 , 3 by common consent , 139 , 23 10 INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP ROBERT BROWNING You know , we French stormed Ratisbon ; A mile or so away , On a little mound , Napoleon Stood on our storming - day ; 5 With ...
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... laughed to hear it . " These are but shadows of the things that have been , " said the Ghost . " They have no consciousness of us . " The jocund travelers came on ; and as they came , Scrooge knew and named them every one . Why was he ...
... laughed to hear it . " These are but shadows of the things that have been , " said the Ghost . " They have no consciousness of us . " The jocund travelers came on ; and as they came , Scrooge knew and named them every one . Why was he ...
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... laughed , and tried to touch his head ; but being too little , laughed again , and stood on tiptoe to 20 embrace him . Then she began to drag him , in her childish eager- ness , toward the door ; and he , nothing loath to go ...
... laughed , and tried to touch his head ; but being too little , laughed again , and stood on tiptoe to 20 embrace him . Then she began to drag him , in her childish eager- ness , toward the door ; and he , nothing loath to go ...
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Page 110 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 54 - ... midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong. As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 107 - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
Page 131 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 319 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 86 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you...
Page 107 - 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. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 315 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!' " They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 111 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 132 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?