The New Fifth ReaderBenziger Bros., 1894 - 386 sider |
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... mean of you to come here with your set and tease a new boy . Let him alone . " Let him alone . " And Master Thomas Playfair seated himself beside the weeping boy , and stared very steadily and indignantly into Richards ' face . The ...
... mean of you to come here with your set and tease a new boy . Let him alone . " Let him alone . " And Master Thomas Playfair seated himself beside the weeping boy , and stared very steadily and indignantly into Richards ' face . The ...
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... mean to say , " he said in a voice expressive almost of awe , " that you read poetry - books ? " " Oh yes , indeedy ! " answered Percy with growing animation ; " and I like Longfellow ever so much — he's a dear poet - don't you ? " Just ...
... mean to say , " he said in a voice expressive almost of awe , " that you read poetry - books ? " " Oh yes , indeedy ! " answered Percy with growing animation ; " and I like Longfellow ever so much — he's a dear poet - don't you ? " Just ...
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... means of getting a bedroom and some chocolate . A very civil woman got up and volunteered both ; so the tired ones of the party were able to lie down for a few hours ' rest in two wonder- fully clean little rooms , while their breakfast ...
... means of getting a bedroom and some chocolate . A very civil woman got up and volunteered both ; so the tired ones of the party were able to lie down for a few hours ' rest in two wonder- fully clean little rooms , while their breakfast ...
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... means " before " ( 3 ) . Was the mother frightened when the boy said , " There's a face at the window - pane " ? What did she do ? Who entered when she threw open the door ? What did the Indian do when he entered ? What did he say he ...
... means " before " ( 3 ) . Was the mother frightened when the boy said , " There's a face at the window - pane " ? What did she do ? Who entered when she threw open the door ? What did the Indian do when he entered ? What did he say he ...
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... . We hear the ticking of our watches , -tick ! tick ! — or is it the beat of our own hearts ? We are sure of the watch ; and now we think we can hear both . 11. Two other sensations must by no means be for- NEW FIFTH READER . 53.
... . We hear the ticking of our watches , -tick ! tick ! — or is it the beat of our own hearts ? We are sure of the watch ; and now we think we can hear both . 11. Two other sensations must by no means be for- NEW FIFTH READER . 53.
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Side 351 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 270 - 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...
Side 269 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed.
Side 353 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 270 - Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
Side 266 - He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people...
Side 158 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Side 267 - A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut, indeed. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
Side 205 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
Side 228 - Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat...