Harper's Fourth Reader: In Two PartsAmerican Book Company, 1888 - 420 psl. |
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... called " Eyes and No Eyes " -a real old - fashioned , prim , goody - goody story . And it began thus : 5. “ Well , Robert , where have you been walking this afternoon ? " said Mr. Andrews to one of his pupils at the close of a holiday ...
... called " Eyes and No Eyes " -a real old - fashioned , prim , goody - goody story . And it began thus : 5. “ Well , Robert , where have you been walking this afternoon ? " said Mr. Andrews to one of his pupils at the close of a holiday ...
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... called Camp Mount , he looked for the ruins of the old camp , and found them ; and then he went down to the river , and to twenty other places ; and so on , and so on , till he had brought home curiosities enough , and thoughts enough ...
... called Camp Mount , he looked for the ruins of the old camp , and found them ; and then he went down to the river , and to twenty other places ; and so on , and so on , till he had brought home curiosities enough , and thoughts enough ...
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... called after me as loudly as he could , but I did not heed him . 5. I cared nothing for the wet grass which was soil- ing my clean dress ; on and on I ran , sure that I would soon reach the end of the rainbow . I remember how glad and ...
... called after me as loudly as he could , but I did not heed him . 5. I cared nothing for the wet grass which was soil- ing my clean dress ; on and on I ran , sure that I would soon reach the end of the rainbow . I remember how glad and ...
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... called ; but I had been told that Indians were very cunning , and think- ing that they might have found it out in some way , I did not answer . Then there came a voice 26 FOURTH READER . The Work of the Waves and Tides The Last Voyages ...
... called ; but I had been told that Indians were very cunning , and think- ing that they might have found it out in some way , I did not answer . Then there came a voice 26 FOURTH READER . The Work of the Waves and Tides The Last Voyages ...
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... called my brothers . who were hunting in other directions , and we all started for home . 15. I had been gone nearly three hours , and had wan- dered a long way from home . My brother Joseph's com- ing and asking for me had first set ...
... called my brothers . who were hunting in other directions , and we all started for home . 15. I had been gone nearly three hours , and had wan- dered a long way from home . My brother Joseph's com- ing and asking for me had first set ...
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animal answered Antonio Canova Apolda asked baker's wife Balboa beautiful began bird brave Bregenz bright Caldon Low called captain child Christopher Columbus Columbus Cynthia dark earth eyes father fell fire flowers giant gold gorilla grass Greenland grow Haiti hand Hatto head heard heart hill horse Indians island Jerry JOHN ESTEN COOKE kind king knew land laugh learned leaves Leif Ericsson LESSON light Little Jerry live look Lord Cornwallis lumbus morning mother mountains nest never night o'er old oaken bucket once peasant poor reached rich river rocks round sail sailors salt seen ship shore Smith soon Star-Spangled Banner steam stone stood story strange teakettle tell things Thor thought told trees turned vessel voyage watch waves wild wind wonderful woods WORDS young
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184 psl. - What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the...
140 psl. - We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines. Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; . When, waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
186 psl. - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
187 psl. - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave...
177 psl. - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; 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.
186 psl. - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...
233 psl. - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry...
354 psl. - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For...
320 psl. - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll.
31 psl. - I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird...