The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Book 3C. Sower Company, 1899 - Readers |
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... carried to mar- ket and sold at a high price . price . The butter was so good that it brought an extra price . The " Clover - leaf Brand " was so much in demand that John could not bring as much to market as the people wanted . He saved ...
... carried to mar- ket and sold at a high price . price . The butter was so good that it brought an extra price . The " Clover - leaf Brand " was so much in demand that John could not bring as much to market as the people wanted . He saved ...
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... carried a beggar's bag up- on his back . One day he was seen walking the streets with a lantern in his hand . The sun was shining . The peo- ple thought he was crazy . crazy One man was bold enough to ask him a ques- THIRD READER . 27 ...
... carried a beggar's bag up- on his back . One day he was seen walking the streets with a lantern in his hand . The sun was shining . The peo- ple thought he was crazy . crazy One man was bold enough to ask him a ques- THIRD READER . 27 ...
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... carry a lighted lantern at noon ? Have you lost some- thing ? What are you looking for ? " The wise man answered , " I am looking for an honest man . " He once saw a boy drinking from the hol- low of his hand . Diogenes thereupon threw ...
... carry a lighted lantern at noon ? Have you lost some- thing ? What are you looking for ? " The wise man answered , " I am looking for an honest man . " He once saw a boy drinking from the hol- low of his hand . Diogenes thereupon threw ...
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... carry death to the poor peasants . Have you ever heard of brave little Peter , the boy whose courage saved the land and the lives of many people ? One lovely afternoon in autumn Peter's mother called him to her side , gave him a basket ...
... carry death to the poor peasants . Have you ever heard of brave little Peter , the boy whose courage saved the land and the lives of many people ? One lovely afternoon in autumn Peter's mother called him to her side , gave him a basket ...
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... carried home . His mother had not slept . She was watch- ing for her son . She saw the men carrying her boy home . Her heart was filled with fear , until she heard a glad shout . pastor who called to her : 66 It was the ' Give thanks ...
... carried home . His mother had not slept . She was watch- ing for her son . She saw the men carrying her boy home . Her heart was filled with fear , until she heard a glad shout . pastor who called to her : 66 It was the ' Give thanks ...
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Alexandre Alsace asked barefoot boy basket-maker beautiful began birds boat brave bright bucket Buzz called Cedric child Christel cicada city mouse cloak cold colors country mouse crow dandelions dear dike Diogenes dipper eggs eyes Fido Floss Floss-Hair flowers frog glad grass green ground happy head heard heart Hiawatha Huldah insects Isaac Newton ivy green kill king laughed learned lesson lived looked loved master meadow morning mother mountain nest night old oaken bucket once Oscar pins plants poor pupil puppy Pussy Pussy Willow queen reading red deer reeds rich river Robert Fulton saltpeter sing Sir Rollin sleep song soon Spanish forts Sparta Spider stones straw stream sweet tadpole teacher tell things THIRD READER thought toad told walk wall wanted whip-poor-will wind young
Popular passages
Page 194 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 222 - Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow; Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him!
Page 193 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Page 145 - THE BAREFOOT BOY 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; 291 From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Page 218 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Page 176 - seven times" over and over. Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old. I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better; They are only one times one.
Page 180 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 166 - Alas, alas ! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by ; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue — Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing ! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Page 180 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 182 - Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well ; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in his well.