A Reader for the First - Eighth GradesD. Appleton & Company, 1911 |
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... called Skipper . " Sure , ' tis a clever dog , that ! " was Billy's boast . " He would save life - that dog would ! " This was proved beyond doubt when little Isaiah Tommy Goodman toddled over the wharf - head , where he had been ...
... called Skipper . " Sure , ' tis a clever dog , that ! " was Billy's boast . " He would save life - that dog would ! " This was proved beyond doubt when little Isaiah Tommy Goodman toddled over the wharf - head , where he had been ...
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... called tacking . - ballast : any heavy substance put in the bottom of a boat to keep it steady . - gun'wale : the upper edge of a boat's side . - emer'- gencies : sudden occurrences which call for quick action . BILLY TOPSAIL'S DOG PART ...
... called tacking . - ballast : any heavy substance put in the bottom of a boat to keep it steady . - gun'wale : the upper edge of a boat's side . - emer'- gencies : sudden occurrences which call for quick action . BILLY TOPSAIL'S DOG PART ...
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... called in a soothing voice . " Steady , sir ! Down , sir ; back ! " The dog was not to be deceived . He came , by turns whining and gasping . He was more excited , more de- termined , than ever . Billy waited for him . The fight was to ...
... called in a soothing voice . " Steady , sir ! Down , sir ; back ! " The dog was not to be deceived . He came , by turns whining and gasping . He was more excited , more de- termined , than ever . Billy waited for him . The fight was to ...
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... called " Black Beauty " that tells more adventures of the same horse . Later on in the evening , a traveler's horse was brought in by the second ostler ; and while he was cleaning him , a young man with a ' pipe in his mouth lounged ...
... called " Black Beauty " that tells more adventures of the same horse . Later on in the evening , a traveler's horse was brought in by the second ostler ; and while he was cleaning him , a young man with a ' pipe in his mouth lounged ...
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... called it and we could have made friends with them . They saw a deer , too , and ever so much sassafras . Master Jones , the Captain of the Mayflower , says I may send you a big bundle of it when the ship goes back . They found nuts and ...
... called it and we could have made friends with them . They saw a deer , too , and ever so much sassafras . Master Jones , the Captain of the Mayflower , says I may send you a big bundle of it when the ship goes back . They found nuts and ...
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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.