The Children's First-fourth Reader, Volume 4W.W. Shannon, Superintendent State Printing, 1905 - Readers (Primary) |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 40
Page 2
... keeping the rain out of the bird's - nests . For birds had quickly come to build there , and there was reason to expect a lively summer . 3. A happy Maple Tree now was she , and well pleased with her pretty green leaves . They were so ...
... keeping the rain out of the bird's - nests . For birds had quickly come to build there , and there was reason to expect a lively summer . 3. A happy Maple Tree now was she , and well pleased with her pretty green leaves . They were so ...
Page 10
... keep his clothes and his hands clean , not to put sticky things in his pockets , to be sure to say " sir " to the General , and to be careful about rubbing his shoes on the door - mat . The General arrived ; and for the first day all ...
... keep his clothes and his hands clean , not to put sticky things in his pockets , to be sure to say " sir " to the General , and to be careful about rubbing his shoes on the door - mat . The General arrived ; and for the first day all ...
Page 46
... others on horseback . " Keep him here , " jerking his thumb towards Willy , whose face was already burning with emotion . 5. " I'm going with Frank , " said Willy . " Let me go . " This to the man who had hold of him by 46 B.
... others on horseback . " Keep him here , " jerking his thumb towards Willy , whose face was already burning with emotion . 5. " I'm going with Frank , " said Willy . " Let me go . " This to the man who had hold of him by 46 B.
Page 47
... Keep quiet , Johnny ; he's not goin ' to hurt him , " said one of the men , kindly . He had a brown beard and shining white teeth . 6. They rode slowly down the narrow path , the dragoon holding Frank by the leg . Deep down in the woods ...
... Keep quiet , Johnny ; he's not goin ' to hurt him , " said one of the men , kindly . He had a brown beard and shining white teeth . 6. They rode slowly down the narrow path , the dragoon holding Frank by the leg . Deep down in the woods ...
Page 54
... blue eyes , and the handsomest teeth I ever saw . They live plainly , but very comfortably , in snug wooden houses , with double windows and doors to keep out the cold . Here there are neither railroads nor stages , but the 54 B.
... blue eyes , and the handsomest teeth I ever saw . They live plainly , but very comfortably , in snug wooden houses , with double windows and doors to keep out the cold . Here there are neither railroads nor stages , but the 54 B.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ABBY MORTON DIAZ ALFRED TENNYSON arms asked ball beautiful began brave Catskill Mountains Charles CHARLES DICKENS child cried dark David Palmer dear door Elizabeth Stuart Phelps ĕş eyes face father feet fell fellow fire flag Florinda flowers Frank friends gypsies hand head heard heart Heather HELEN HUNT JACKSON horse ĭ ty Indians Jackanapes Jenks lady Lars laughed legs little girl Little Rosalie live Lollo looked Lorna Doone Maggie Maidie mamma Mary Elizabeth mother mountain Nathaniel never night once poems President Carnot queen Rip Van Winkle Rolf rush schoolhouse seemed side sleep snow soon stood story tell Tennyson things THOMAS NELSON PAGE thought tion sh took turned voice walk Washington Irving wind woman wonderful woods writing young
Popular passages
Page 127 - 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 222 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Page 210 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Page 255 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 223 - Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in congress." Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip...
Page 216 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Page 215 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance...
Page 331 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...
Page 220 - A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed.
Page 219 - With some difficulty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras...