Fifth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 258 páginas |
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... kind grand- mother in the house who was too aged to take a hand in the baking . She understood this , and yet she did not like the idea of being left out of the game . She felt rather downhearted ; and so she did not go to bed , but ...
... kind grand- mother in the house who was too aged to take a hand in the baking . She understood this , and yet she did not like the idea of being left out of the game . She felt rather downhearted ; and so she did not go to bed , but ...
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... kind woman did not wish to prove herself un- worthy of the little fellow's confidence . She stooped down and took the baby squirrel ; she held it till the brownie had swung himself up to the cage with the other ; then he came back for ...
... kind woman did not wish to prove herself un- worthy of the little fellow's confidence . She stooped down and took the baby squirrel ; she held it till the brownie had swung himself up to the cage with the other ; then he came back for ...
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... kind of man do you think he was ? Read the last three para- graphs of the story ; then describe the picture that is called up in your mind . Try to imitate the old man's manner of expression as he spoke . Read again the story of the ...
... kind of man do you think he was ? Read the last three para- graphs of the story ; then describe the picture that is called up in your mind . Try to imitate the old man's manner of expression as he spoke . Read again the story of the ...
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... kind of brownie , and he does nothing but make shoes . All day long , year after year , he sits on his bench and works at his trade . The shoes which he makes are very small ; for they are made for the fairies to wear . He sells these ...
... kind of brownie , and he does nothing but make shoes . All day long , year after year , he sits on his bench and works at his trade . The shoes which he makes are very small ; for they are made for the fairies to wear . He sells these ...
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... " I did it because you are so gentle and kind , " an- swered the cricket . Here is another story of a cricket which is quite different , but which you will like to read . It is a very old story and is said to have been related by 37.
... " I did it because you are so gentle and kind , " an- swered the cricket . Here is another story of a cricket which is quite different , but which you will like to read . It is a very old story and is said to have been related by 37.
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Página 94 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Página 122 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Página 214 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee.
Página 243 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Página 212 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Página 215 - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
Página 76 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Página 84 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 251 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 215 - The breakers were right beneath- her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.