A Fourth ReaderC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 320 psl. |
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... night , And shone On her throne In the sky alone , A matchless , wonderful , silvery light , Radiant and lovely , the Queen of the night . Said the Wind- " What a marvel of power am I ? With my breath , Good faith ! I blew her to death ...
... night , And shone On her throne In the sky alone , A matchless , wonderful , silvery light , Radiant and lovely , the Queen of the night . Said the Wind- " What a marvel of power am I ? With my breath , Good faith ! I blew her to death ...
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... night they rushed on madly up the United States , howling and shrieking . It was no longer hard for the little air - current to keep up . He did it from force of habit . With dawn the storm quieted a little , and they had time to look ...
... night they rushed on madly up the United States , howling and shrieking . It was no longer hard for the little air - current to keep up . He did it from force of habit . With dawn the storm quieted a little , and they had time to look ...
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... night she was busy with some household task . She darned stockings and mended clothes . She washed dishes , swept the floors and made the beds . She helped her mother with the cooking . And when she wasn't occupied with other duties she ...
... night she was busy with some household task . She darned stockings and mended clothes . She washed dishes , swept the floors and made the beds . She helped her mother with the cooking . And when she wasn't occupied with other duties she ...
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... night air . It echoed through the woods , it floated out over the lake . Deep down in Betty Spencer's heart it ... night , good night , God over all . " R. H. BOWLES . .. A HOME SONG I read within a poet's book 27.
... night air . It echoed through the woods , it floated out over the lake . Deep down in Betty Spencer's heart it ... night , good night , God over all . " R. H. BOWLES . .. A HOME SONG I read within a poet's book 27.
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... night and day to her bed , mocked at by low and ignorant soldiers . Only the coarsest food was given to her . Poor Joan ! It was enough to break even her proud and brave spirit . At length she was brought to trial . And such a trial ...
... night and day to her bed , mocked at by low and ignorant soldiers . Only the coarsest food was given to her . Poor Joan ! It was enough to break even her proud and brave spirit . At length she was brought to trial . And such a trial ...
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Alice ARTHUR asked balloon beautiful Soup began boat Bob-o'-link boys Brown Dwarf Canal chee coracle Cousin Jack cried Daffydowndilly door Dryad duck dwarf Echo-dwarf Eurytus exclaimed eyes father feet fellow Fiammetta fire fish Freddy Gatun Lake girl Gryphon hand happy head heard heart HENRY VAN DYKE Heracles hills Hispaniola honey Iphitus Joan Joblilies King KING LOT knew laughed little air-current little grub looked Maggie Merlin merry Mock Turtle Mole morning mother never night old bee Old Pipes Old-man opened Otter princesses queen river ROBIN HOOD round Scout Scout Law ship side sing SIR ECTOR SIR KAY SIR RICHARD LEA soon stood submarine sword tell thee thing thou thought Toil Tommy tree turned Uncle Fred Uncle William voice wonderful wood
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159 psl. - 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 men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
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57 psl. - ... Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
56 psl. - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
318 psl. - I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter?
91 psl. - Modest and shy as a nun is she, One weak chirp is her only note. Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Chee, chee, chee.
105 psl. - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night And set the stars of glory there.
76 psl. - Kagh, the Hedgehog! I will make a necklace of them, Make a girdle for my beauty, And two stars to deck her bosom!" From a hollow tree the Hedgehog With his sleepy eyes looked at him, Shot his shining quills, like arrows, Saying with a drowsy murmur, Through the tangle of his whiskers, "Take my quills, O Hiawatha!
74 psl. - Hiawatha!" With his knife the tree he girdled; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. "Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!
164 psl. - There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle— will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?