Harper's Fourth Reader: In Two PartsAmerican Book Company, 1888 - 420 sider |
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... turned from inorganic to vegetable matter . Animals , although they need some inorganic food , cannot live on it alone . 8. All the food that keeps our bodies strong , or makes them grow , was once in the vegetable form . No bird nor ...
... turned from inorganic to vegetable matter . Animals , although they need some inorganic food , cannot live on it alone . 8. All the food that keeps our bodies strong , or makes them grow , was once in the vegetable form . No bird nor ...
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... turned about and set out for home . 10. But I soon found that my troubles had only begun ; I could not find my way ; I was lost ! I could not tell which was east or west , north or south , but wandered about here and there , crying and ...
... turned about and set out for home . 10. But I soon found that my troubles had only begun ; I could not find my way ; I was lost ! I could not tell which was east or west , north or south , but wandered about here and there , crying and ...
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... turning his vessel about , he again stood out to sea . Nine days , with fresh gales and favoring winds , he sailed northward , seeing land now and then , but not stopping ; and on the tenth day he reached the new settlement in Greenland ...
... turning his vessel about , he again stood out to sea . Nine days , with fresh gales and favoring winds , he sailed northward , seeing land now and then , but not stopping ; and on the tenth day he reached the new settlement in Greenland ...
Side 39
... turned from beneath instead of from above . Two large beams form the handles , by which two stout serv- ing men keep the mill in motion . 2. And what kind of grain is ground in the mill ? I will tell you the story as it was told to me ...
... turned from beneath instead of from above . Two large beams form the handles , by which two stout serv- ing men keep the mill in motion . 2. And what kind of grain is ground in the mill ? I will tell you the story as it was told to me ...
Side 40
... turned with a long strip of paper . " Is that the bill ? " asked the old woman . 8. " Oh , no ! " answered the other . " We charge nothing here ; only you must sign your name to this paper . " " And why should I do that ? " asked the ...
... turned with a long strip of paper . " Is that the bill ? " asked the old woman . 8. " Oh , no ! " answered the other . " We charge nothing here ; only you must sign your name to this paper . " " And why should I do that ? " asked the ...
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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...