Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Bog 4Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... live in a garden , " said the pink blossoms . " Beauty " We do not think so , " was the answer . and grace are welcome everywhere . You have given your sweetness and freshness to the bees , the butterflies , the wind , the sun . We have ...
... live in a garden , " said the pink blossoms . " Beauty " We do not think so , " was the answer . and grace are welcome everywhere . You have given your sweetness and freshness to the bees , the butterflies , the wind , the sun . We have ...
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... live in the wide , open country , or near the sea , you will often find when you look far away to the place where sky and earth seem to meet , that this is a matter of some difficulty . You see only the thin blue haze , like smoke ...
... live in the wide , open country , or near the sea , you will often find when you look far away to the place where sky and earth seem to meet , that this is a matter of some difficulty . You see only the thin blue haze , like smoke ...
Side 23
... live on inorganic matter ; they have the power of changing earth and air and water into substances which enter into and become a part of themselves . Animals can live only on what plants have already turned from inorganic to vegetable ...
... live on inorganic matter ; they have the power of changing earth and air and water into substances which enter into and become a part of themselves . Animals can live only on what plants have already turned from inorganic to vegetable ...
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... live close by the sea , take this book in your hand and go down to the water's edge ; and , as you watch the waves climbing up the beach , try to learn something about the beauty and the mystery of the mighty deep . If you live far away ...
... live close by the sea , take this book in your hand and go down to the water's edge ; and , as you watch the waves climbing up the beach , try to learn something about the beauty and the mystery of the mighty deep . If you live far away ...
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... live a wandering life . They pitch their tents in whatever place they choose to live ; and when they are tired of staying in one spot , they move with all their goods and flocks into another . They care but very little for learning ...
... live a wandering life . They pitch their tents in whatever place they choose to live ; and when they are tired of staying in one spot , they move with all their goods and flocks into another . They care but very little for learning ...
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Side 368 - 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 182 - 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 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 366 - 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 184 - 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 185 - 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 140 - 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 175 - 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 350 - 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 184 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...