Harper's Fourth Reader: In Two PartsAmerican Book Company, 1888 - 420 sider |
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Side 25
... sure that I would soon reach the end of the rainbow . I remember how glad and proud I felt , and what fine presents I expected to give to all my friends . 6. So thinking , and laying delightful plans , I soon reached the cedar grove ...
... sure that I would soon reach the end of the rainbow . I remember how glad and proud I felt , and what fine presents I expected to give to all my friends . 6. So thinking , and laying delightful plans , I soon reached the cedar grove ...
Side 32
... sure . You have not missed much in the way of comfort ; for it is a very disagreeable experience to any one who is not used to such a motion . 2. In the first place , the driver orders the camel to kneel , for his back is so high when ...
... sure . You have not missed much in the way of comfort ; for it is a very disagreeable experience to any one who is not used to such a motion . 2. In the first place , the driver orders the camel to kneel , for his back is so high when ...
Side 40
... sure , there is quite a long list . From the time you were sixteen until you were thirty , there was at least one folly every day , and on Sunday there were two ; then you improved a little until you were forty ; but after that the ...
... sure , there is quite a long list . From the time you were sixteen until you were thirty , there was at least one folly every day , and on Sunday there were two ; then you improved a little until you were forty ; but after that the ...
Side 47
... sure that it was flat . This sailor was born in Genoa , in Italy , where , when he was a boy , he helped his father comb wool . He went to school at Pavia , and studied Latin , geometry , astronomy , and navigation . When he was only ...
... sure that it was flat . This sailor was born in Genoa , in Italy , where , when he was a boy , he helped his father comb wool . He went to school at Pavia , and studied Latin , geometry , astronomy , and navigation . When he was only ...
Side 49
... sure whether there was any land in that direc- tion . But after a few days the ship returned . " You can- not reach the east by sailing west , " said the sailors ; and King John believed them . 6. Those were dark days for Columbus , and ...
... sure whether there was any land in that direc- tion . But after a few days the ship returned . " You can- not reach the east by sailing west , " said the sailors ; and King John believed them . 6. Those were dark days for Columbus , and ...
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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...