Stories of Patriotism: A Patriotic Reader for the Intermediate GradesHoughton MIfflin Company, 1918 - 180 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... beat the young man hummed again the evening psalm , mildly anathematized the cold , peered into the blackness of the forest , and glanced enviously at his comrades sound asleep about the fire . " T is all but burned , " muttered he ...
... beat the young man hummed again the evening psalm , mildly anathematized the cold , peered into the blackness of the forest , and glanced enviously at his comrades sound asleep about the fire . " T is all but burned , " muttered he ...
Pagina 44
... beat against the State House ; So they beat against the door ; And the mingling of their voices Made a harmony profound , Till the quiet street of Chestnut Was all turbulent with sound . " Will they do it ? " " Dare they do it ? " " Who ...
... beat against the State House ; So they beat against the door ; And the mingling of their voices Made a harmony profound , Till the quiet street of Chestnut Was all turbulent with sound . " Will they do it ? " " Dare they do it ? " " Who ...
Pagina 72
... beat , The rock on which the storm will beat ; But , armed in virtue firm and true , His hopes are fixed on Heav'n and you . When hope was sinking in dismay , And glooms obscured Columbia's day , His steady mind , from changes free ...
... beat , The rock on which the storm will beat ; But , armed in virtue firm and true , His hopes are fixed on Heav'n and you . When hope was sinking in dismay , And glooms obscured Columbia's day , His steady mind , from changes free ...
Pagina 101
... beat him black and blue , and sometimes they would nail the stranger into a hogshead and roll him down a steep hill . When Abe Lincoln first came to the town they were afraid to tackle him , but when their friends taunted the crowd of ...
... beat him black and blue , and sometimes they would nail the stranger into a hogshead and roll him down a steep hill . When Abe Lincoln first came to the town they were afraid to tackle him , but when their friends taunted the crowd of ...
Pagina 117
... beat His rat - tat - too . Our army rose at midnight , Ten thousand men as one , Each slinging off his knapsack And snatching up his gun . " Forward ! " and off they started , As all good soldiers do , When the little drummer beats for ...
... beat His rat - tat - too . Our army rose at midnight , Ten thousand men as one , Each slinging off his knapsack And snatching up his gun . " Forward ! " and off they started , As all good soldiers do , When the little drummer beats for ...
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Aaron Burr American army AUNT RUTH battle beat His rat-tat-too Betty blue boat Boston brave British Burr camp Captain cents cloth colonies colonists Commodore cried CYNTHIA CYNTHIA NOLAN death Dixie Land dogs Edward enemy England English eyes father fight fire flag Florence Nightingale France French friends Gentryville girl give guns Hale hand Harry Lauder hear heard heart Hetty Hill horse Indians JOHN ALDEN JULIUS King knew Lafayette learned Lincoln Little Athens little drummer beat Look LUCY FITCH PERKINS Mary Massasoit matchlock MIDSHIPMAN MILES STANDISH mother Nathan Hale never night NOLAN nurses officer patriotism Philip poor Priscilla redcoats river S. S. McClure School Edition SECOND MIDSHIPMAN ships snaphance soldiers song Squanto star-spangled banner stories tell thought to-day told took troops turned Washington watch words wounded young
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Pagina 87 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Pagina 23 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Pagina 131 - 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, now conceals, now discloses?
Pagina 87 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Pagina 133 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Pagina 131 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
Pagina 21 - Second street, and asked for biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston ; but they, it seems, were not made in Philadelphia. Then I asked for a three-penny loaf, and was told they had none such.
Pagina 132 - Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust...
Pagina 142 - God save our gracious King ! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us ! God save the King!
Pagina 19 - My elder brothers were all put apprentices to different trades. I was put to the grammar school at eight years of age, my father intending to devote me, as the tithe of his sons, to the service of the Church.