The Children's First-fourth Reader, Volume 4W.W. Shannon, Superintendent State Printing, 1905 - Readers (Primary) |
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... mountains , which could be seen from their windows . Here it was that he wrote " The House of the Seven Gables . " This story is full of grace and beauty , and there is a charm about its quaint characters . In 1853 , President Pierce ...
... mountains , which could be seen from their windows . Here it was that he wrote " The House of the Seven Gables . " This story is full of grace and beauty , and there is a charm about its quaint characters . In 1853 , President Pierce ...
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... mountains , and we were several nights in the snow . Besides , I know what my father did with a gentleman from Stockholm on this very road , and we'll do it to - night . " " What was it ? " " Let me take care of Axel first , " said Lars ...
... mountains , and we were several nights in the snow . Besides , I know what my father did with a gentleman from Stockholm on this very road , and we'll do it to - night . " " What was it ? " " Let me take care of Axel first , " said Lars ...
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... mountains and read their doom in the setting sun . They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away ; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever . CHARLES DICKENS . op pressed ...
... mountains and read their doom in the setting sun . They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away ; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever . CHARLES DICKENS . op pressed ...
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... mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on the prize is near . " So pass I ...
... mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on the prize is near . " So pass I ...
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... Mountains . There is not much farming land . The men cut wood , the women spin flax and bleach linen , and the children gather berries , tend cattle on the high mountain pastures , or act as guides to the summer travelers . A great many ...
... Mountains . There is not much farming land . The men cut wood , the women spin flax and bleach linen , and the children gather berries , tend cattle on the high mountain pastures , or act as guides to the summer travelers . A great many ...
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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...