Carroll and Brooks ReadersD. Appleton and Company, 1911 - Readers |
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... Brothers ; Copyright , 1901 , by Dodd , Mead & Company ) ; Fleming H. Revell Company for " Billy Topsail's Dog , " by Norman Duncan , from " The Adventures of Billy Topsail " ; Rand McNally & Company for " Twin Babies , " by Joaquin ...
... Brothers ; Copyright , 1901 , by Dodd , Mead & Company ) ; Fleming H. Revell Company for " Billy Topsail's Dog , " by Norman Duncan , from " The Adventures of Billy Topsail " ; Rand McNally & Company for " Twin Babies , " by Joaquin ...
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... brothers , for they had all been born of one old tin spoon . They shouldered their muskets , and looked straight before them . Their uniform was red and blue , and very splendid . The first thing they had heard in the world , when the ...
... brothers , for they had all been born of one old tin spoon . They shouldered their muskets , and looked straight before them . Their uniform was red and blue , and very splendid . The first thing they had heard in the world , when the ...
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... brother and two cousins , and they had been very merry . The food they had left behind was enough for three Brownies at least , but this one managed to eat it all . Only once , in trying to cut a great slice of beef he let the carving ...
... brother and two cousins , and they had been very merry . The food they had left behind was enough for three Brownies at least , but this one managed to eat it all . Only once , in trying to cut a great slice of beef he let the carving ...
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... Brother Rabbit , and Brother Fox , and Brother Coon , and Brother Bear and a lot of them were clearing up some new ground to plant a roast- ing - ear patch , the sun began to get hot , and Brother Rabbit got tired . But he didn't let on ...
... Brother Rabbit , and Brother Fox , and Brother Coon , and Brother Bear and a lot of them were clearing up some new ground to plant a roast- ing - ear patch , the sun began to get hot , and Brother Rabbit got tired . But he didn't let on ...
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... Brother Fox al- ways had one eye on Brother Rabbit ; and when he slipped off from the new ground , Brother Т Fox slipped after him . He knew Brother Rabbit was after some project or other , and he crept after him and watched him ...
... Brother Fox al- ways had one eye on Brother Rabbit ; and when he slipped off from the new ground , Brother Т Fox slipped after him . He knew Brother Rabbit was after some project or other , and he crept after him and watched him ...
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Arachne Arnold von Winkelried Asgard asked baby beautiful began Belshazzar Bergetta Billy bird Brother Fox Brother Rabbit Brownie called Coster Cratchit cried dance dark door earth Eugene Field eyes face father feet fire Freyja Gepetto giant Gryphon hand head heard heart Hirschvogel horse Huggy Jotunheim Karl King Robert kite knew laughed Launomar Leodegrance little boys lived lobster looked loved Margaret Mock Turtle morning mother mouth Napoleon never night once Peterkin Pinocchio pins Pompeii poor puppet round seemed Sir Ector Sir Kay Skipper sleep snow soon spider stone stood stove sword tell thee Theseus things Thor thou thought Thrym Tin Soldier Tiny Tim tion took trees tulip turned Uther Pendragon voice wind wood young
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Page 298 - 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 110 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 109 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 240 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 300 - 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 284 - 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 26 - Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Page 302 - 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 267 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Page 301 - 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...