Journeys Through Bookland: A New and Original Plan for Reading Applied to the World's Best Literature for Children, Volume 8Bellows-Reeve, 1922 - Children's literature An anthology composed of selections of graduated reading difficulty that includes nursery rhymes, fables, fairy tales, poems, folk tales, short stories, historical accounts, biographical profiles, excerpts from longer works, and a usage guide designed to assist with the development of reading programs. |
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Amyas Anto Antonio Ariel battle Battle of Trafalgar beautiful boat boatswain brave brother Caliban called canoe Captain Charles Lamb command Communipaw Creeks daughter dear Duke of Milan dukedom Dutch enemy eyes Father Marquette fear fell Ferd Ferdinand fight fire fleet followed give Gonza Gonzalo Greeks guns hand Hardy hath head heard heart Indians island killed King King of Naples knew land lived look lord means Mexicans Milan Mira Miranda monster morning mouth Naples Nelson never night passed pirates play Pros Prospero river rocks sail Saint Nicholas scene Sebas Sebastian Shakespeare ship shore shot side soon Spaniards speak spirit Steph Stephano stood storm story strange swords Sycorax tell thee thing thou thought told took trees Trin Trinculo turned vessel Victory voyage WASHINGTON IRVING wind word Xerxes
Popular passages
Page 78 - Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout: "God save our Lord the King!" "And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme today the helmet of Navarre.
Page 412 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 369 - Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart ! Poor souls ! they perish'd.
Page 90 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 451 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Page 327 - He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 429 - Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 94 - BOZZARIS ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime.
Page 76 - Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, .For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 327 - No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.