Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader, Book 4Macmillan, 1917 - Readers The Everyday classics are a series of school readers basued upon a valid principle and a vital need. The principle is that there is a considerable body of good literature which is simple enough to be understood and enjoyed by children. It is of good value to read stories like these childhood to be retained as an influence upon one's on attitude towards life. The need for such a series is seen in the fact that many children are put in touch with so little of this common heritage. |
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... rest of the book , and seeing how clever the author is in carrying out his ideas . I On the fifth of November , which was the begin- ning of summer in the South Sea , we spied a rock within half a cable's length of the ship ; but the ...
... rest of the book , and seeing how clever the author is in carrying out his ideas . I On the fifth of November , which was the begin- ning of summer in the South Sea , we spied a rock within half a cable's length of the ship ; but the ...
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... rest of my days at Bagdad . But I soon grew weary of an idle life , and put to sea a second time , with merchants of known honesty . We embarked on a good ship , and , after com- mending ourselves to God , set sail . We traded from ...
... rest of my days at Bagdad . But I soon grew weary of an idle life , and put to sea a second time , with merchants of known honesty . We embarked on a good ship , and , after com- mending ourselves to God , set sail . We traded from ...
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... ( nar rāt′ed ) : told perfection ( per fek'shun ) pounce ( pouns ) : to jump upon precipices ( pres'i pis es ) : steep rocks prey ( pra ) : food seized by animals repose ( re pōz ' ) : rest satisfaction ( 44 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
... ( nar rāt′ed ) : told perfection ( per fek'shun ) pounce ( pouns ) : to jump upon precipices ( pres'i pis es ) : steep rocks prey ( pra ) : food seized by animals repose ( re pōz ' ) : rest satisfaction ( 44 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
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... rest satisfaction ( sat'is fak'shun ) secured ( se kūrd ' ) : fastened stratagems ( străt'a jems ) : tricks HELPS TO STUDY I. 1. Where did Sindbad live ? Tennyson has a fan- ciful poem about the splendors of Bagdad , called Recollec ...
... rest satisfaction ( sat'is fak'shun ) secured ( se kūrd ' ) : fastened stratagems ( străt'a jems ) : tricks HELPS TO STUDY I. 1. Where did Sindbad live ? Tennyson has a fan- ciful poem about the splendors of Bagdad , called Recollec ...
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... rest at night , he laid himself down with me , still holding fast about my neck . neck . Every morning he pinched me to make me awake , and 10 afterwards obliged me to get up and walk , and spurred me with his feet . One day I found ...
... rest at night , he laid himself down with me , still holding fast about my neck . neck . Every morning he pinched me to make me awake , and 10 afterwards obliged me to get up and walk , and spurred me with his feet . One day I found ...
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Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, Book 7 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn No preview available - 2018 |
Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, Book 7 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 151 - No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red: They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Page 103 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 50 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Page 267 - 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 ! ENDYMION.
Page 333 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Page 11 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 123 - All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Page 183 - Thus refreshed, I walked again up the street, which by this time had many clean-dressed people in it, who were all walking the same way. I joined them, and thereby was led into the great meeting-house of the Quakers near the market. I sat down among them, and, after looking round...
Page 265 - 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.
Page 143 - Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.