Fourth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 258 páginas |
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Página 15
... it again . His mother was coming from the fields with a pail on her arm . She saw the boy sitting on the grass at the foot of the cliff . His legs were crossed under him , and he was crying . She spoke to him softly , " What are you 15.
... it again . His mother was coming from the fields with a pail on her arm . She saw the boy sitting on the grass at the foot of the cliff . His legs were crossed under him , and he was crying . She spoke to him softly , " What are you 15.
Página 18
... arms around the goat's neck and burst into tears . " I think you had better keep the goat , " stammered the boy ; and he turned his face away . The grandfather was becoming impatient . He was again calling from the top of the cliff ...
... arms around the goat's neck and burst into tears . " I think you had better keep the goat , " stammered the boy ; and he turned his face away . The grandfather was becoming impatient . He was again calling from the top of the cliff ...
Página 27
... arms . Polly ! " he said . " Polly ! dear Good Mrs. Cary , who kept the little grocery store , had seen and heard everything . " What is the matter with the little one ? " she asked . " Why don't you take her home ? " " We have no home ...
... arms . Polly ! " he said . " Polly ! dear Good Mrs. Cary , who kept the little grocery store , had seen and heard everything . " What is the matter with the little one ? " she asked . " Why don't you take her home ? " " We have no home ...
Página 30
... arms And wind - blown curls to cover . Her dimpled face was stained with tears , Her round blue eyes ran over ; She held within her wee , cold hand A bunch of faded clover . She grasped her treasure in one hand And slipped in mine the ...
... arms And wind - blown curls to cover . Her dimpled face was stained with tears , Her round blue eyes ran over ; She held within her wee , cold hand A bunch of faded clover . She grasped her treasure in one hand And slipped in mine the ...
Página 85
... arms full of moss which they dropped on the floor . " Is there any supper , grandmother ? " asked Tommy . " No , my child , only some bread for breakfast to- morrow . " " Oh , grandmother , we are so hungry ! " and the boy's eyes filled ...
... arms full of moss which they dropped on the floor . " Is there any supper , grandmother ? " asked Tommy . " No , my child , only some bread for breakfast to- morrow . " " Oh , grandmother , we are so hungry ! " and the boy's eyes filled ...
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Alfred Alfred Tennyson answered asked Baucis beautiful bees Bertie Big Foot birds Blunder boggart brave brownies Caldon Low Charlot child Clinton Scollard corn cried daisy dear door dwarfs Elihu Burritt Eugene Field EXPRESSION eyes fairy father fire flower FOURTH READER give goat Greta grew ground Gubba happy hear heard Henry Henry W horse Jacquot John Aikin king King Alfred laughed little boy little girl lived Longfellow looked Mary Minnie Mondamin morning mother nest never night Old Owl Orvind Philemon and Baucis Phoebe Cary plow poem Polly pony poor pretty Pronounce queen Raggles Read Richard Henry Lee Robin sailor sitting soon sound Spell story stranger street swarm sweet talk tell things thought told Tommy tree voice warm Watseka whee-ee Whee-oo Willie Boy wind Wishing-Gate Woo Sing woods WORD STUDY
Pasajes populares
Página 246 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Página 123 - 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.
Página 125 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 250 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...
Página 251 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod.
Página 147 - The frost looked forth one still, clear night And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight, So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 250 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold. Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Página 148 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
Página 119 - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another ; A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother.
Página 248 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.