Harper's Fourth Reader: In Two PartsAmerican Book Company, 1888 - 420 psl. |
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... comes in . He is dressed , I suppose , just as the boys of forty years ago were dressed - in a frill collar and short jacket , and tight trousers hardly coming down to his ankles , and low shoes which always came off in the mud . And ...
... comes in . He is dressed , I suppose , just as the boys of forty years ago were dressed - in a frill collar and short jacket , and tight trousers hardly coming down to his ankles , and low shoes which always came off in the mud . And ...
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... comes to me , Shall come on the wild and boundless sea . BARRY CORNWALL . NEW WORDS . seeks mocks sought blasts regions range billowy tempest LESSON X. RIDING A CAMEL . 1. How many of you who read this book have ever had a ride on the ...
... comes to me , Shall come on the wild and boundless sea . BARRY CORNWALL . NEW WORDS . seeks mocks sought blasts regions range billowy tempest LESSON X. RIDING A CAMEL . 1. How many of you who read this book have ever had a ride on the ...
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... comes within his reach . 3. I am afraid you will think he is not very interesting , and will not care to make his acquaintance ; but , let me tell you , something very wonderful is about to happen to him . If you will stay , and ...
... comes within his reach . 3. I am afraid you will think he is not very interesting , and will not care to make his acquaintance ; but , let me tell you , something very wonderful is about to happen to him . If you will stay , and ...
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... comes over him . He is not used to the sunshine and the warmth . His coat of mail has become dry in the warm air ; it shrinks , it cracks , it is going to fall off ! 9. " What folly in me to crawl up here , " says the poor insect ...
... comes over him . He is not used to the sunshine and the warmth . His coat of mail has become dry in the warm air ; it shrinks , it cracks , it is going to fall off ! 9. " What folly in me to crawl up here , " says the poor insect ...
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... comes from . You are wiser in that respect than the wise man of whom I have told you , for you know that stone is not made of water . 10. What forces the water to leave the particles of salt and other matter which it has gathered from ...
... comes from . You are wiser in that respect than the wise man of whom I have told you , for you know that stone is not made of water . 10. What forces the water to leave the particles of salt and other matter which it has gathered from ...
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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...
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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.
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