Harper's Fourth Reader: In Two PartsAmerican Book Company, 1888 - 420 sider |
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Side 7
... Flowers 24. The Wolf . 25. The Boston Tea - party 26. The Work of the Waves and Tides 27. How Thor's Boasting Came to Naught 28. Four Sunbeams . 29. Do Animals Think ? 30. The Story of a Brave Girl . I 31. The Story of a Brave Girl . II ...
... Flowers 24. The Wolf . 25. The Boston Tea - party 26. The Work of the Waves and Tides 27. How Thor's Boasting Came to Naught 28. Four Sunbeams . 29. Do Animals Think ? 30. The Story of a Brave Girl . I 31. The Story of a Brave Girl . II ...
Side 17
... flowers in the meadow ; and he followed a strange bird because he thought its wing was broken , till of course it led him into a bog , where he got very wet . But he did not mind that , because he there met with an old man burning ...
... flowers in the meadow ; and he followed a strange bird because he thought its wing was broken , till of course it led him into a bog , where he got very wet . But he did not mind that , because he there met with an old man burning ...
Side 18
... flowers so graceful and pure that one seeing them could but think , " How good is the great God to let us have these beautiful things on earth instead of keeping them all in heaven ! " 2. The vines climbed up the strings which the ...
... flowers so graceful and pure that one seeing them could but think , " How good is the great God to let us have these beautiful things on earth instead of keeping them all in heaven ! " 2. The vines climbed up the strings which the ...
Side 19
... flowers ; and he laughed , and clapped his hands , and said many pretty things to them in the sweet language of babyhood . 6. " Are you not sorry that you went in there ? " said the purple flowers . " We have so many beautiful things ...
... flowers ; and he laughed , and clapped his hands , and said many pretty things to them in the sweet language of babyhood . 6. " Are you not sorry that you went in there ? " said the purple flowers . " We have so many beautiful things ...
Side 20
... flower , as white as snow , Swayed in the silence to and fro . 2. Day after day with longing eye , The floweret watched the narrow sky , And fleecy clouds that floated by . And through the darkness , night by night , One gleaming star ...
... flower , as white as snow , Swayed in the silence to and fro . 2. Day after day with longing eye , The floweret watched the narrow sky , And fleecy clouds that floated by . And through the darkness , night by night , One gleaming star ...
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animal answered Antonio Canova Apolda asked baker's wife Balboa beautiful began bird brave Bregenz bright Caldon Low called captain child Christopher Columbus Columbus Cynthia dark earth eyes father fell fire flowers giant gold gorilla grass Greenland grow Haiti hand Hatto head heard heart hill horse Indians island Jerry JOHN ESTEN COOKE kind king knew land laugh learned leaves Leif Ericsson LESSON light Little Jerry live look Lord Cornwallis lumbus morning mother mountains nest never night o'er old oaken bucket once peasant poor reached rich river rocks round sail sailors salt seen ship shore Smith soon Star-Spangled Banner steam stone stood story strange teakettle tell things Thor thought told trees turned vessel voyage watch waves wild wind wonderful woods WORDS young
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Side 184 - What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the...
Side 140 - We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines. Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; . When, waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
Side 186 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Side 187 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave...
Side 177 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Side 186 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...
Side 233 - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry...
Side 354 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For...
Side 320 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll.
Side 31 - I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird...