Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... knew that no one could hear me . 11. All at once I heard voices shouting ; and I was frightened , because I feared that Indians were after me . I crept under some bushes , close to a big log , and lay quite still . I was wet , cold ...
... knew that no one could hear me . 11. All at once I heard voices shouting ; and I was frightened , because I feared that Indians were after me . I crept under some bushes , close to a big log , and lay quite still . I was wet , cold ...
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... knew that some Indians dress like white folks ; and I still kept quiet , until I heard shouted over me a pet name which this brother had given me . 14. I knew that no Indian had ever heard of that name , for it was a little family ...
... knew that some Indians dress like white folks ; and I still kept quiet , until I heard shouted over me a pet name which this brother had given me . 14. I knew that no Indian had ever heard of that name , for it was a little family ...
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... knew which way to sail in order to reach that new country . They had scarcely left Iceland when great storms arose and drove the little vessel far to the southward , where the fogs were so thick and dark that they could do nothing for ...
... knew which way to sail in order to reach that new country . They had scarcely left Iceland when great storms arose and drove the little vessel far to the southward , where the fogs were so thick and dark that they could do nothing for ...
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... knew him best , Columbus resolved to visit Spain , where a brother of his was living . With his little son , Diego , he landed at Palos , intending to go across the country to the little town in which his brother resided . But he was ...
... knew him best , Columbus resolved to visit Spain , where a brother of his was living . With his little son , Diego , he landed at Palos , intending to go across the country to the little town in which his brother resided . But he was ...
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... the bravest man I ever knew was a young ensign in our regi- ment whom we used to call Gentleman George - and FOURTH READER . 53 The Lost Child A Story of Australia I The Lost Child A Story of Australia The Bravest Man in the Regiment.
... the bravest man I ever knew was a young ensign in our regi- ment whom we used to call Gentleman George - and FOURTH READER . 53 The Lost Child A Story of Australia I The Lost Child A Story of Australia The Bravest Man in the Regiment.
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368 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.
182 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.
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...
366 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.
184 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?
185 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...
140 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.
175 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.
350 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.
184 psl. - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...