Fifth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 258 páginas |
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Página 16
... the squirrel cage , for it hung in the shed just where the light shone clearest . She noticed how the squirrel kept running , all the time , from her room to the wheel , and from the wheel to her room , never stopping an instant . She 16.
... the squirrel cage , for it hung in the shed just where the light shone clearest . She noticed how the squirrel kept running , all the time , from her room to the wheel , and from the wheel to her room , never stopping an instant . She 16.
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... never stopping an instant . She won- dered at the animal's unrest , but believed that the strong light kept her awake . As the night wore on , the grandmother saw a tiny creature no bigger than your hand cautiously make his way through ...
... never stopping an instant . She won- dered at the animal's unrest , but believed that the strong light kept her awake . As the night wore on , the grandmother saw a tiny creature no bigger than your hand cautiously make his way through ...
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... never catch him . THE COWBOY AND THE SHOEMAKER Little Cowboy , what have you heard , On the top of this lonely hill ? Only the flitting yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around , Chary , chary , chary , chee - ee ! Only the ...
... never catch him . THE COWBOY AND THE SHOEMAKER Little Cowboy , what have you heard , On the top of this lonely hill ? Only the flitting yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around , Chary , chary , chary , chee - ee ! Only the ...
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... never be in the way , and you will have to look sharp if you see him at all . But in the evening , when everything else is still , you may hear him playing on his tiny violin . " How does he look ? What is his name ? " you ask . FIFTH ...
... never be in the way , and you will have to look sharp if you see him at all . But in the evening , when everything else is still , you may hear him playing on his tiny violin . " How does he look ? What is his name ? " you ask . FIFTH ...
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... never borrow , we ants never lend ; But tell me , dear sir , did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm ? " Said the cricket , " Not I. My heart was so light That I sang day and night , For all nature looked gay . " " You sang ...
... never borrow , we ants never lend ; But tell me , dear sir , did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm ? " Said the cricket , " Not I. My heart was so light That I sang day and night , For all nature looked gay . " " You sang ...
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Agnes Giberne answered asked beautiful Bevis bird blue Bob-o'-link bough brave brown chee child chirp creature cricket cried Croesus dear desert Dicky door earth Elizabeth Eliza Epimetheus EXPRESSION eyes famous father FIFTH READER flew Franklin George green happy Hassan head heard Henry van Dyke Henry W hill horse James James Baldwin James Russell Lowell kettle kind king King Arthur land letter Little Jerry live look Mabon Madame Arachne Matoax Modron moon mother mouse deer nest never night Pandora play poem Powhatan railroad Read river River Severn Robert Robert Louis Stevenson round Siegfried Singing Leaves Solon spider Spink squirrel Stella stood story swallows sweet talk tell thee things thou thought tree Uriel Victor Hugo white captain Wind window wings wonderful woods WORD STUDY
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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.