Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... asked the baker's wife . 4. The boy's eyes grew sad . " No , ma'am , " said he , hug- ging the loaf closer to his thin jacket . " But mother told me to say that she would come and speak to you about it to - morrow . 5. " Run along ...
... asked the baker's wife . 4. The boy's eyes grew sad . " No , ma'am , " said he , hug- ging the loaf closer to his thin jacket . " But mother told me to say that she would come and speak to you about it to - morrow . 5. " Run along ...
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... asked the baker's wife , who , too , had thought him fairly off . " Don't you like the bread ? " 7. " Oh , yes , ma'am , " answered the child . " Well , then , carry it to your mother , my little friend . If you stay any longer she will ...
... asked the baker's wife , who , too , had thought him fairly off . " Don't you like the bread ? " 7. " Oh , yes , ma'am , " answered the child . " Well , then , carry it to your mother , my little friend . If you stay any longer she will ...
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... asked my friend , who could no longer avoid joining in the conversation . " Because there are so many bills , sir , " said the little fellow . " Father is dead , and mother works very hard , but she cannot pay them all . " 15. My friend ...
... asked my friend , who could no longer avoid joining in the conversation . " Because there are so many bills , sir , " said the little fellow . " Father is dead , and mother works very hard , but she cannot pay them all . " 15. My friend ...
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... asked , " What is the difference between a plant and an animal ? " what answer do you think you would give ? Your first thought might be that a plant has leaves and roots and flowers , which an animal has not . Yet that would not be ...
... asked , " What is the difference between a plant and an animal ? " what answer do you think you would give ? Your first thought might be that a plant has leaves and roots and flowers , which an animal has not . Yet that would not be ...
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... asked . " Truly so , " he answered . 4. Now I was a simple - hearted child , who believed everything that was told me , although I had been again . and again deceived . So , without another word , I darted out of the door , and set ...
... asked . " Truly so , " he answered . 4. Now I was a simple - hearted child , who believed everything that was told me , although I had been again . and again deceived . So , without another word , I darted out of the door , and set ...
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366 psl. - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
180 psl. - 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.
138 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...
364 psl. - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
182 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?
183 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...
138 psl. - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
173 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.
348 psl. - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. 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 men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
182 psl. - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...