Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volume 4American Book Company, 1911 - Readers |
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... goat belonging to Orvind was kept there . It was a good place for the goat , and Orvind watched it and carried it armloads of grass every sunny day . One fine morning the goat leaped from the roof and began to climb the cliff . It went ...
... goat belonging to Orvind was kept there . It was a good place for the goat , and Orvind watched it and carried it armloads of grass every sunny day . One fine morning the goat leaped from the roof and began to climb the cliff . It went ...
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... goat yours ? " " Ye - es ! " cried Orvind , speaking very loud , and climbing a little way up the cliff . " I think it is such a pretty goat . I like it ever so much . Won't you give it to me ? ” " No , indeed , I won't . " He stopped ...
... goat yours ? " " Ye - es ! " cried Orvind , speaking very loud , and climbing a little way up the cliff . " I think it is such a pretty goat . I like it ever so much . Won't you give it to me ? ” " No , indeed , I won't . " He stopped ...
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... goat belongs to me , " said Marit . The last morsel was in Orvind's mouth . The girl was lying on the cliff and laughing . The goat was standing by her side . Its white breast glistened in the sunlight . " Oh , can't you wait a little ...
... goat belongs to me , " said Marit . The last morsel was in Orvind's mouth . The girl was lying on the cliff and laughing . The goat was standing by her side . Its white breast glistened in the sunlight . " Oh , can't you wait a little ...
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... goat ever since it was a tiny kid by its mother's side . He had never once thought of losing it . But now it was gone for- ever , and he would not see it again . His mother was coming from the fields with a pail on her arm . She saw the ...
... goat ever since it was a tiny kid by its mother's side . He had never once thought of losing it . But now it was gone for- ever , and he would not see it again . His mother was coming from the fields with a pail on her arm . She saw the ...
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... goat ! my goat ! " Why , where is the goat ? " asked the mother , and she looked up at the roof . 99 ' It's gone ! It'll never come back any more . ' " Dear me ! How can that be ? Where is it ? " The boy sobbed . He would not confess at ...
... goat ! my goat ! " Why , where is the goat ? " asked the mother , and she looked up at the roof . 99 ' It's gone ! It'll never come back any more . ' " Dear me ! How can that be ? Where is it ? " The boy sobbed . He would not confess at ...
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Page 246 - Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 125 - 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.
Page 123 - 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 250 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...
Page 251 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod.
Page 147 - The frost looked forth one still, clear night And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight, So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 250 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold. Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Page 148 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
Page 248 - 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 ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 250 - Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall...