Golden Treasury Readers: Primer, First-5th reader, Book 4American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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... poor widow in a little cottage by the roadside . In the garden which surrounded the cottage , grew two rose bushes . One of these bore white roses and the other red . Now the widow had two daugh- ters . One of them looked very much like ...
... poor widow in a little cottage by the roadside . In the garden which surrounded the cottage , grew two rose bushes . One of these bore white roses and the other red . Now the widow had two daugh- ters . One of them looked very much like ...
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... poor traveler lost in the snow wants shelter . " Red - rose hastened to obey . She opened the door , but instead of finding a poor traveler , she beheld a huge bear . He pushed his great black head in beside her . Red - rose screamed ...
... poor traveler lost in the snow wants shelter . " Red - rose hastened to obey . She opened the door , but instead of finding a poor traveler , she beheld a huge bear . He pushed his great black head in beside her . Red - rose screamed ...
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... Poor little man , " said Red - rose . caught like this ? " " How did you get " You stupid little goose , " he replied angrily , " I wanted to split the tree , that I might get some shavings for our cooking . A coal fire burns up our ...
... Poor little man , " said Red - rose . caught like this ? " " How did you get " You stupid little goose , " he replied angrily , " I wanted to split the tree , that I might get some shavings for our cooking . A coal fire burns up our ...
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... poor little creature as I am could not make a mouthful for you . But look yonder ! There are two nice little tender things , those two wicked girls . They are as fat as young pigeons . Take them instead of me . " The bear did not pay ...
... poor little creature as I am could not make a mouthful for you . But look yonder ! There are two nice little tender things , those two wicked girls . They are as fat as young pigeons . Take them instead of me . " The bear did not pay ...
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... poor . The princess was christened Muria . All the people re- joiced and blessed her , each one wishing something good for her . The merry making was so great that the sound of it was carried even into Fairyland and into Witchcountry ...
... poor . The princess was christened Muria . All the people re- joiced and blessed her , each one wishing something good for her . The merry making was so great that the sound of it was carried even into Fairyland and into Witchcountry ...
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Alice Allfather Apollo Asgard asked Baucis and Philemon began Bion birds Bregenz bright brown dwarf Camelot castle cave Charlemagne child Cogia cried Curdie daisy Dervish dwarf earth elves emperor eyes fairy father Fourth Reader Freya Frigga G. T. FOURTH Gareth girl gods gold hand happy heard heart Hyacinthus King Admetus King Arthur knew Lady Nightingale Lady of Shalott Lancelot leaves Leodogran live looked Lootie magic Merchant Merlin merry morning mother mountain Muria never noble Noureddin nurse o'er oak tree Odin Odur once palace Prince Beautiful princess queen Red-rose rode round Royal Sable Knight sang Santa Claus sing Sir Ector Sir Kay sleep snow song soon stood sweet sword tell thee things thou art thou hast thought told took turned voice whitebird wind wished wonderful young Zephyrus Zeus
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Page 360 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 332 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 373 - I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 257 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Page 335 - PART II THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Page 277 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 78 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Page 339 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro...
Page 359 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 212 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.