The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Book 5Silver, Burdett, 1906 - Readers |
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Page 16
... turned quickly from the little bed and went out at the door . The next time he observed the figure sitting at the bottom of the bed , he called to it . " Don't be so sorry for me , dear papa . Indeed , I am quite happy ! " His father ...
... turned quickly from the little bed and went out at the door . The next time he observed the figure sitting at the bottom of the bed , he called to it . " Don't be so sorry for me , dear papa . Indeed , I am quite happy ! " His father ...
Page 28
... turned his back to see what he could do with . the linen band , threw it down again with the reflec- tion that Eppie would be good without fastening her for the rest of the morning . He turned round again , and was going to place her in ...
... turned his back to see what he could do with . the linen band , threw it down again with the reflec- tion that Eppie would be good without fastening her for the rest of the morning . He turned round again , and was going to place her in ...
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... turned more and more to what had passed and what is pass- ing in America ? They are looking anxiously to us for lessons of practical freedom , for the solution of that great mystery of state , that the strongest government is that which ...
... turned more and more to what had passed and what is pass- ing in America ? They are looking anxiously to us for lessons of practical freedom , for the solution of that great mystery of state , that the strongest government is that which ...
Page 53
... turned and saw a man behind them ; an old man , by his white hair , who leant upon a cane with one hand , while with the other he extended the cake to the children , smiling upon them , meanwhile , with a gentle but sorrowful look of ...
... turned and saw a man behind them ; an old man , by his white hair , who leant upon a cane with one hand , while with the other he extended the cake to the children , smiling upon them , meanwhile , with a gentle but sorrowful look of ...
Page 54
... turned to the children , stretched his hand to them , and said gently , " Come with me , my children ; I , too , know Gavroche and wish to find him . We will look for him , all of us ; and to - night I will do as he did , by showing you ...
... turned to the children , stretched his hand to them , and said gently , " Come with me , my children ; I , too , know Gavroche and wish to find him . We will look for him , all of us ; and to - night I will do as he did , by showing you ...
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American arms beautiful became began beneath birds born brave breast breath cake called CHARLES DICKENS cloud condor cried death delight died earth ÉMILE SOUVESTRE England Eppie eyes face father feet FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS fell flowers Floy friends gave grass Habersham hand head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WOODFIN GRADY hills of Habersham hippopotami honor hour John JOHN S. C. ABBOTT land light live looked meadow morning mother mountain never night o'er passed PAUL DU CHAILLU peace poems Pompeii river rock rolled round seemed selection is taken shadows shore shout Silas singing Sir Arthur smiling snow sound stood swans sweet thee thou thought tide tion tree turned valleys of Hall vaquero verse voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT wind wonder Xerxes youth
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Page 356 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 257 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 222 - Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre ! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget...
Page 143 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Page 34 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 95 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, : Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 34 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 307 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 353 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 144 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank. And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.