Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volume 4American Book Company, 1911 - Readers |
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... seemed to know or care anything about them . II The next day Polly was not at all lonely when the boys left her , for she had the pretty daisy with her . She sat by it and talked to it for a long time . Then at last she began to feel ...
... seemed to know or care anything about them . II The next day Polly was not at all lonely when the boys left her , for she had the pretty daisy with her . She sat by it and talked to it for a long time . Then at last she began to feel ...
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... seemed quite lame , and the captain of the fire company shook his head . " Tom , my good horse , " he said , " I'm afraid we shall have to go to all the fires this winter without you . But there's Harry , the new horse ; he'll do the ...
... seemed quite lame , and the captain of the fire company shook his head . " Tom , my good horse , " he said , " I'm afraid we shall have to go to all the fires this winter without you . But there's Harry , the new horse ; he'll do the ...
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... seemed hours and hours . Then I began to grow desperate . Just above us there was a hole in the wall it may have been a small window . It was very high , but a broken beam had fallen so that one end rested against it . If I could only ...
... seemed hours and hours . Then I began to grow desperate . Just above us there was a hole in the wall it may have been a small window . It was very high , but a broken beam had fallen so that one end rested against it . If I could only ...
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... seemed very much pleased . Then the sailor spoke to him kindly again , and the two fondled each other and played together for some time . The keeper was much astonished . " How is it that the beast is so gentle with you , and always so ...
... seemed very much pleased . Then the sailor spoke to him kindly again , and the two fondled each other and played together for some time . The keeper was much astonished . " How is it that the beast is so gentle with you , and always so ...
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... seemed to be in deep thought about something which trou- bled him . The wise men who were about him noticed this , and asked him what was the matter . 66 ' I am thinking of what my sons may do after I am dead , " he said . " For unless ...
... seemed to be in deep thought about something which trou- bled him . The wise men who were about him noticed this , and asked him what was the matter . 66 ' I am thinking of what my sons may do after I am dead , " he said . " For unless ...
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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...