The Fourth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - Всего страниц: 240 |
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... , Billy told the boys to wait until he gave the word of command . Then when he felt a fresh breeze coming , he called out in a loud and eager voice , " There ! Now , boys ! Run , RUN ! " 7. The boy who had the string ran as fast 31.
... , Billy told the boys to wait until he gave the word of command . Then when he felt a fresh breeze coming , he called out in a loud and eager voice , " There ! Now , boys ! Run , RUN ! " 7. The boy who had the string ran as fast 31.
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... called out , " Uncle , may I come down there ? ” 24. " No , " replied his uncle ; " you stay where you are . I am coming up very soon . " 25. He then went on aiding the boys to get their kite in order , and assisted them in raising it ...
... called out , " Uncle , may I come down there ? ” 24. " No , " replied his uncle ; " you stay where you are . I am coming up very soon . " 25. He then went on aiding the boys to get their kite in order , and assisted them in raising it ...
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... called mean and miserly by people who do not know me . Shall you be ashamed to walk with me now , Anna ? Anna . Ashamed ! O father ! This dear old hat ! I love it better than I can ever love a new one ; and oh , I am so proud of you ...
... called mean and miserly by people who do not know me . Shall you be ashamed to walk with me now , Anna ? Anna . Ashamed ! O father ! This dear old hat ! I love it better than I can ever love a new one ; and oh , I am so proud of you ...
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... called her out of the kitchen . To the astonishment of the good woman she saw no travel- ler , nor was there any mischievous boy in sight who might have played the trick . On going back to the kitchen she saw the magpie pecking with ...
... called her out of the kitchen . To the astonishment of the good woman she saw no travel- ler , nor was there any mischievous boy in sight who might have played the trick . On going back to the kitchen she saw the magpie pecking with ...
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... her slide off handsomely . 3. She did not rest directly on these ways , understand . Built up all about her was a curious sort of frame , called ! THE LAUNCH . 61 a cradle , the bottom timbers 60 THE FOURTH READER . THE LAUNCH.
... her slide off handsomely . 3. She did not rest directly on these ways , understand . Built up all about her was a curious sort of frame , called ! THE LAUNCH . 61 a cradle , the bottom timbers 60 THE FOURTH READER . THE LAUNCH.
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ALEXANDER SMART Anna asked Aubrey BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful began Better than gold Billy birds Bobby Ryan breath bright bugs butterflies called captain child Christmas tree dark dear donkey earth EXERCISE eyes farmer father fawn Fire-Flies fish flowers Freeland friends Fritz GEYSER hand happy HAREBELL head hear heard heart hurrah Jacob JACOB ABBOTT JEAN INGELOW king kite land laugh leaf light lily bells Little Jerry live look Lovell magpie merry moon morning muscles nest never night o'er once pickerel piece plants poor replied round salt Saturn seen ship shore shut singing sleep soft palate song soon sound stoop stream Sub-vocals summer SUMMER SQUALL SWANAGE sweet tell thee things thought tongue took Tournay turned voice vowel Will-o'-the-Wisp wind wonderful wood woodchuck Woodpecker
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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.