Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Bog 4Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... coming down to ankles , and low shoes which always came off in the n And Master William is terribly dirty and wet , too ; he says that he never had such a pleasant walk in life ; and he has brought home his handkerchief ( fo those days ...
... coming down to ankles , and low shoes which always came off in the n And Master William is terribly dirty and wet , too ; he says that he never had such a pleasant walk in life ; and he has brought home his handkerchief ( fo those days ...
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... coming nearer and nearer , or are moving off , ing the beach bare . Taste the water . It is bitter salty , like brine . These are strange things , and per if you sit here by the water for a while , you may 1 something of what they mean ...
... coming nearer and nearer , or are moving off , ing the beach bare . Taste the water . It is bitter salty , like brine . These are strange things , and per if you sit here by the water for a while , you may 1 something of what they mean ...
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... coming . A few days later we were fighting in one of the greatest battles of the war . My regiment was at last so hard pressed that we could do nothing but fall back . We formed again under some trees , on the side of a hill , but even ...
... coming . A few days later we were fighting in one of the greatest battles of the war . My regiment was at last so hard pressed that we could do nothing but fall back . We formed again under some trees , on the side of a hill , but even ...
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... coming , he thought to himself , " Those creatures want my corn , but they shall not have it . If I were to feed them , I should very quickly be hungry myself . " So he sent them all away . 6. The next day others came ; but selfish ...
... coming , he thought to himself , " Those creatures want my corn , but they shall not have it . If I were to feed them , I should very quickly be hungry myself . " So he sent them all away . 6. The next day others came ; but selfish ...
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... coming fast to the palace , and told Hatto to fly for his life . " The rats shall not find me , " said Hatto . " I will go and shut myself up in my strong tower on the Rhine . There the walls are high and the stream is swift , and no ...
... coming fast to the palace , and told Hatto to fly for his life . " The rats shall not find me , " said Hatto . " I will go and shut myself up in my strong tower on the Rhine . There the walls are high and the stream is swift , and no ...
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Side 366 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 180 - 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.
Side 138 - 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 364 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
Side 182 - 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 183 - 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 138 - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
Side 173 - 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 348 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. 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 men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 182 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...