The Elson Readers: (Revision of Elson grammar school reader, book four)Scott, Foresman and Company, 1921 - Readers |
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... Scrooge signed it ; and Scrooge's name was good upon ' Change , for any- 5 thing he chose to put his hand to . Old Marley was as dead as a doornail . Mind ! I don't mean to say that I know , of my own knowl- edge , what there is ...
... Scrooge signed it ; and Scrooge's name was good upon ' Change , for any- 5 thing he chose to put his hand to . Old Marley was as dead as a doornail . Mind ! I don't mean to say that I know , of my own knowl- edge , what there is ...
Page 150
... Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years . Scrooge was his sole executor , his sole adminis- trator , his sole assign , his sole residuary legatee , his sole friend , 5 and sole mourner . And even Scrooge was not so ...
... Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years . Scrooge was his sole executor , his sole adminis- trator , his sole assign , his sole residuary legatee , his sole friend , 5 and sole mourner . And even Scrooge was not so ...
Page 151
... Scrooge never did . Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say , with gladsome 10 looks , " My dear Scrooge , how are you ? When will you come to see me ? " No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle ; no chil- dren asked him what it ...
... Scrooge never did . Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say , with gladsome 10 looks , " My dear Scrooge , how are you ? When will you come to see me ? " No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle ; no chil- dren asked him what it ...
Page 152
... Scrooge's countinghouse was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk , who in a dismal little cell beyond , a 5 sort of tank , was copying letters . Scrooge had a very small fire , but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller ...
... Scrooge's countinghouse was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk , who in a dismal little cell beyond , a 5 sort of tank , was copying letters . Scrooge had a very small fire , but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller ...
Page 153
... Scrooge's nephew . " But you don't keep it . " " Let me leave it alone , then , " said Scrooge . " Much good may it do you ! Much good it has ever done you ! " 15 " There are many things from which I might have derived good , by which I ...
... Scrooge's nephew . " But you don't keep it . " " Let me leave it alone , then , " said Scrooge . " Much good may it do you ! Much good it has ever done you ! " 15 " There are many things from which I might have derived good , by which I ...
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Page 110 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!— quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 667 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 282 - OBSERVE good faith and justice towards all nations, cultivate peace and harmony with all ; religion and morality enjoin, this conduct ; and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it ? It will be worthy of a free, enlightened, and at no distant period a great nation, to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a people always guided by an exalted justice and benevolence.
Page 319 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 107 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 54 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 111 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 132 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 107 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 137 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;