Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... build a new hut over here , and come and live in it . Perhaps the pretty young lady , with feathers in her hat , whom he had one day seen riding over the plains , lived somewhere here , too ! 9. There ! There is one of those children he ...
... build a new hut over here , and come and live in it . Perhaps the pretty young lady , with feathers in her hat , whom he had one day seen riding over the plains , lived somewhere here , too ! 9. There ! There is one of those children he ...
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... build their houses . Winter had set in . The winds were bitter cold , and the snow lay upon the hills . The scene ... building a common house in which they could store their goods . The house was built of logs , and covered with thatch ...
... build their houses . Winter had set in . The winds were bitter cold , and the snow lay upon the hills . The scene ... building a common house in which they could store their goods . The house was built of logs , and covered with thatch ...
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... of the plain ; Who dig the mines , who build the ships , And drive the commerce of the main ! God bless them ! for their toiling hands Have wrought the glory of all lands . XII . THE THREE POETS . I. THE LARK . 190 FOURTH READER .
... of the plain ; Who dig the mines , who build the ships , And drive the commerce of the main ! God bless them ! for their toiling hands Have wrought the glory of all lands . XII . THE THREE POETS . I. THE LARK . 190 FOURTH READER .
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... build their forts on it . The person who was to carry this message was also to make friends with the Indians ; and for this service Governor Din- widdie chose young George Washington . 3. These things happened in the year 1753 , when ...
... build their forts on it . The person who was to carry this message was also to make friends with the Indians ; and for this service Governor Din- widdie chose young George Washington . 3. These things happened in the year 1753 , when ...
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... build a camp fire ; but the Indian advised them against this . There were some Ottawa Indians in the woods , he said , who would certainly come upon them and murder them ; but his own cabin was near , and if they would go with him they ...
... build a camp fire ; but the Indian advised them against this . There were some Ottawa Indians in the woods , he said , who would certainly come upon them and murder them ; but his own cabin was near , and if they would go with him they ...
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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.
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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...