A Reader for the First - Eighth GradesD. Appleton & Company, 1911 - Readers |
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... stood stock - still for the harness , and at the first " Hi , boy ! Gee up there ! " he bounded away with a wag- ging tail and a glad bark . It was as if nothing pleased him so much on a frosty morning as the prospect of a hard day's ...
... stood stock - still for the harness , and at the first " Hi , boy ! Gee up there ! " he bounded away with a wag- ging tail and a glad bark . It was as if nothing pleased him so much on a frosty morning as the prospect of a hard day's ...
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... stood nearest the door , so he came to me first , patting me as he came in . 66 Come , Beauty , on with your bridle , my boy , we'll soon be out of this smother . " It was on in no time ; then he took the scarf off his neck , and tied ...
... stood nearest the door , so he came to me first , patting me as he came in . 66 Come , Beauty , on with your bridle , my boy , we'll soon be out of this smother . " It was on in no time ; then he took the scarf off his neck , and tied ...
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... stood quite still for a minute or two to see if his entrance had been observed . It had evidently not , for there was the silence of sleep upon the unsuspecting fowls ; so , cautiously , and with a beating heart , he softly climbed the ...
... stood quite still for a minute or two to see if his entrance had been observed . It had evidently not , for there was the silence of sleep upon the unsuspecting fowls ; so , cautiously , and with a beating heart , he softly climbed the ...
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... stood Thor , the giant - queller , his terrible eyes blazing with wrath . The giants shuddered and shrank away from those flaming eyes , the sight of which they dreaded more than anything else in all the world ; but there was no chance ...
... stood Thor , the giant - queller , his terrible eyes blazing with wrath . The giants shuddered and shrank away from those flaming eyes , the sight of which they dreaded more than anything else in all the world ; but there was no chance ...
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... . He was the warden of a little church which stood not far from his modest dwelling , and passed his time in his not very heavy duties at the church and in the midst LAURENCE COSTER 85 LAURENCE COSTER, THE DISCOVERER OF TYPE-PRINTING.
... . He was the warden of a little church which stood not far from his modest dwelling , and passed his time in his not very heavy duties at the church and in the midst LAURENCE COSTER 85 LAURENCE COSTER, THE DISCOVERER OF TYPE-PRINTING.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 282 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere.
Page 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.
Page 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,
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 281 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.