The Fourth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - Всего страниц: 240 |
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... answer . 21. " Well , " said Captain Gunnell , " I can climb it . I am as good at climbing as I am at knotting and rigging . I began to go up to the mast head when I was but little older than you . " 22. So saying he lifted up his arms ...
... answer . 21. " Well , " said Captain Gunnell , " I can climb it . I am as good at climbing as I am at knotting and rigging . I began to go up to the mast head when I was but little older than you . " 22. So saying he lifted up his arms ...
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... . Stoop , as you would if a tornado were passing . 5. It is no disgrace to stoop before a heavy wind . It is just as sensible to echo back the bellowings of a mad bull , as it is to answer in the same tone the V STOOP!
... . Stoop , as you would if a tornado were passing . 5. It is no disgrace to stoop before a heavy wind . It is just as sensible to echo back the bellowings of a mad bull , as it is to answer in the same tone the V STOOP!
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... answer in the same tone the fury of a crazy person . 4. Do not try to defend or excuse an evident fault . 5. This only arouses greater anger . 6. Never do that which justly exposes you to contempt or blame . THE LOST PENKNIFE . 39 VI ...
... answer in the same tone the fury of a crazy person . 4. Do not try to defend or excuse an evident fault . 5. This only arouses greater anger . 6. Never do that which justly exposes you to contempt or blame . THE LOST PENKNIFE . 39 VI ...
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... answered Richard , with some impatience . Charles's suggestion had fallen like a wet blanket , as we say sometimes , on Richard's self - satisfaction . 5. " Somebody must have lost it , " said Charley . " Maybe it was Mr. Ellis ...
... answered Richard , with some impatience . Charles's suggestion had fallen like a wet blanket , as we say sometimes , on Richard's self - satisfaction . 5. " Somebody must have lost it , " said Charley . " Maybe it was Mr. Ellis ...
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... answered Charles . ' Let me read it . " 66 13. " Oh , never mind about the Golden Rule ! What has . that to do with finding a penknife ? " returned Richard . 14. " We shall see ; " and Charles , who had opened a New Testament that was ...
... answered Charles . ' Let me read it . " 66 13. " Oh , never mind about the Golden Rule ! What has . that to do with finding a penknife ? " returned Richard . 14. " We shall see ; " and Charles , who had opened a New Testament that was ...
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Стр. 198 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Стр. 198 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice.
Стр. 130 - I'll be as busy as they." Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
Стр. 117 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 160 - Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." " It was the English," Kaspar cried, " Who put the French to rout; But what they killed each other for, I could not well make out : But everybody said," quoth he,
Стр. 160 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Стр. 117 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Стр. 206 - 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.
Стр. 160 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Стр. 196 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.