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... STONE From the Italian 182 190 Lillian M. Waldo 194 James Whitcomb Riley 201 Charles Kingsley 202 THE FIRE Charles Kingsley 214 Thomas Bailey Aldrich 219 Anna Sewell 221 BELSHAZZAR THE CAVE MEN AND THEIR WEAPONS THE COMING OF 8 CONTENTS.
... STONE From the Italian 182 190 Lillian M. Waldo 194 James Whitcomb Riley 201 Charles Kingsley 202 THE FIRE Charles Kingsley 214 Thomas Bailey Aldrich 219 Anna Sewell 221 BELSHAZZAR THE CAVE MEN AND THEIR WEAPONS THE COMING OF 8 CONTENTS.
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... stones . The servant - maid and the little boy came down di- rectly to look for him , but though they almost trod upon him , they could not see him . If the Soldier had cried out " Here I am ! " they would have found him ; but he did ...
... stones . The servant - maid and the little boy came down di- rectly to look for him , but though they almost trod upon him , they could not see him . If the Soldier had cried out " Here I am ! " they would have found him ; but he did ...
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... when David tried on the armor , he said , " I cannot go with these things , for I am not sure of their strength . " He took his sling in his hand , chose five smooth stones out of the brook , put them in his 70 A FOURTH READER.
... when David tried on the armor , he said , " I cannot go with these things , for I am not sure of their strength . " He took his sling in his hand , chose five smooth stones out of the brook , put them in his 70 A FOURTH READER.
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... stone from his bag , fitted it into the sling and threw it with great force . The stone struck Goliath in the forehead and he fell to the earth upon his face . David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone , and there was ...
... stone from his bag , fitted it into the sling and threw it with great force . The stone struck Goliath in the forehead and he fell to the earth upon his face . David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone , and there was ...
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... stones on the streets . " But , if you should follow a policeman a whole day , it would often happen that he would not arrest or chase any one . He walks back and forth over his beat and no one offers to do any mischief . " Yes , " you ...
... stones on the streets . " But , if you should follow a policeman a whole day , it would often happen that he would not arrest or chase any one . He walks back and forth over his beat and no one offers to do any mischief . " Yes , " you ...
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Popular passages
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...