The Children's First-fourth Reader, Volume 4W.W. Shannon, Superintendent State Printing, 1905 - Readers (Primary) |
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... looked down to find out who was speaking , and then looked up again without answering a word . The Stream worked so hard that it grew white ; the North- wind rushed through the ravine ; and the bare Cliff hung heavily over and felt cold ...
... looked down to find out who was speaking , and then looked up again without answering a word . The Stream worked so hard that it grew white ; the North- wind rushed through the ravine ; and the bare Cliff hung heavily over and felt cold ...
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... looked strange , they flew at once to the white - robed child , fluttered eagerly about her head , alighted on her shoulders , and seemed to claim her as an old acquaintance . She , on her part , was evidently as glad to see these ...
... looked strange , they flew at once to the white - robed child , fluttered eagerly about her head , alighted on her shoulders , and seemed to claim her as an old acquaintance . She , on her part , was evidently as glad to see these ...
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... looked as white and wintry as a snow - image of the largest size . 5. At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she could not pos- sibly escape him . His wife had been looking on ...
... looked as white and wintry as a snow - image of the largest size . 5. At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she could not pos- sibly escape him . His wife had been looking on ...
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... looked as dull and languid as a thaw . As kind Mr. Lindsey led her up the steps to the door , Violet and Peony looked into his face , their eyes full of tears , and again entreated him not to bring their snow - image into the house . 8 ...
... looked as dull and languid as a thaw . As kind Mr. Lindsey led her up the steps to the door , Violet and Peony looked into his face , their eyes full of tears , and again entreated him not to bring their snow - image into the house . 8 ...
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... looked the little white maiden , as she stood on the hearth rug , with the hot blast of the stove striking through her . Once she threw a glance wistfully toward the windows , and caught a glimpse , through its red curtains , of the ...
... looked the little white maiden , as she stood on the hearth rug , with the hot blast of the stove striking through her . Once she threw a glance wistfully toward the windows , and caught a glimpse , through its red curtains , of the ...
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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...