A Reader for the First - Eighth GradesD. Appleton & Company, 1911 |
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... APPEARANCE ( Part I ) . BUZ MAKES HER APPEARANCE ( Part II ) NIGHT THE OLD - FASHIONED SCHOOL . PAGE Sakae Shioya 117 F. J. Harvey Darton 120 F. J. Harvey Darton 125 Thomas Buchanan Read 129 Maurice Noel 131 Maurice Noel 138 Robert ...
... APPEARANCE ( Part I ) . BUZ MAKES HER APPEARANCE ( Part II ) NIGHT THE OLD - FASHIONED SCHOOL . PAGE Sakae Shioya 117 F. J. Harvey Darton 120 F. J. Harvey Darton 125 Thomas Buchanan Read 129 Maurice Noel 131 Maurice Noel 138 Robert ...
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... APPEARANCE ( Part I ) . BUZ MAKES HER APPEARANCE ( Part II ) NIGHT THE OLD - FASHIONED SCHOOL PAGE Sakae Shioya 117 F. J. Harvey Darton 120 F. J. Harvey Darton 125 Thomas Buchanan Read 129 Maurice Noel 131 Maurice Noel 138 Robert ...
... APPEARANCE ( Part I ) . BUZ MAKES HER APPEARANCE ( Part II ) NIGHT THE OLD - FASHIONED SCHOOL PAGE Sakae Shioya 117 F. J. Harvey Darton 120 F. J. Harvey Darton 125 Thomas Buchanan Read 129 Maurice Noel 131 Maurice Noel 138 Robert ...
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... appeared to him now that he had but a moment to live . He felt his self - possession going from him , and at that moment his ears caught the sound of a voice . " Put your arm- 99 The voice seemed to come from far away . Before the ...
... appeared to him now that he had but a moment to live . He felt his self - possession going from him , and at that moment his ears caught the sound of a voice . " Put your arm- 99 The voice seemed to come from far away . Before the ...
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... had left the small lower door open to admit three stray ducks who had not appeared at the usual locking - up hour . Renard was not slow to take advantage of this piece of good luck , and , creeping slyly through 5 A FOX TALE 65.
... had left the small lower door open to admit three stray ducks who had not appeared at the usual locking - up hour . Renard was not slow to take advantage of this piece of good luck , and , creeping slyly through 5 A FOX TALE 65.
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... a clear imprint . To be sure , the imprint repre- sented the letters reversed , but nevertheless they were there , printed upon the parchment . It soon appeared that when Coster had carved the letters the bark had LAURENCE COSTER 89.
... a clear imprint . To be sure , the imprint repre- sented the letters reversed , but nevertheless they were there , printed upon the parchment . It soon appeared that when Coster had carved the letters the bark had LAURENCE COSTER 89.
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Términos y frases comunes
Agamemnon angel answered Arthur Asgard asked bear Belshazzar Billy birch-rod Bouquet brother called Coster crater cried door eyes face fanner father feet fire flower Freyja Gausdale Gausdale Bruin Gluck Gutenberg Haarlem hammer hand head heard heart hive horse Igraine Jotunheim key-flower kill King Robert kitchen kite knew kobold Lars laws learned Leodegrance letters little boys lived Loke looked Margaret Master miles mother mountains Napoleon never night Nita old gentleman once parchment Pasht Peterkin Renard river Dee Roger Bacon round sandal Schwartz Seb-u Sicily Sil Reese Sir Ector Sir Kay Skipper snow snow fort soldier Solomon John soon standing Stella stones stood tell thee thing Thor thou thought Thrym Tiny Tim tion tree trunk tulip turned Unna Uther Uther Pendragon wind word
Pasajes populares
Página 98 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow . To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 100 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 84 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 282 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere.
Página 263 - What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May wind's restless wings, When from the orchard row he pours Its fragrance through our open doors. A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom We plant with the apple tree.
Página 102 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit looking round "Not coming,
Página 101 - Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons ; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and, getting the corners of his monstrous...
Página 116 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 143 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 281 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.