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... King's Mountain Frances Wharton and Mr. Harper . Song of Marion's Men . Old Esther Dudley William Cullen Bryant · . Nathaniel Hawthorne . • Francis Bret Harte John Burns of Gettysburg The Other Side of War The Blue and the Gray ...
... King's Mountain Frances Wharton and Mr. Harper . Song of Marion's Men . Old Esther Dudley William Cullen Bryant · . Nathaniel Hawthorne . • Francis Bret Harte John Burns of Gettysburg The Other Side of War The Blue and the Gray ...
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... King Arthur and his Sword " ( p . 244 ) and " How Hereward slew the Bear " ( p . 426 ) . In every case the story will appeal to the children , but if the suggestion just offered is adapted to these selections , the pupils will have a ...
... King Arthur and his Sword " ( p . 244 ) and " How Hereward slew the Bear " ( p . 426 ) . In every case the story will appeal to the children , but if the suggestion just offered is adapted to these selections , the pupils will have a ...
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... King and Queen ( Prince and Princess they were then ) coming home from a walk that even- ing , the King said : " Hullo , my dear ! you have had a new knocker put on the door . Why , it's rather like our Porter in the face ! become of ...
... King and Queen ( Prince and Princess they were then ) coming home from a walk that even- ing , the King said : " Hullo , my dear ! you have had a new knocker put on the door . Why , it's rather like our Porter in the face ! become of ...
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... King and Queen , they left their old house , and nobody thought of the Porter any more . Twelfth Night : a Christian festival celebrated on the 6th of January , the twelfth day after Christmas , in commemoration . of the visit of the ...
... King and Queen , they left their old house , and nobody thought of the Porter any more . Twelfth Night : a Christian festival celebrated on the 6th of January , the twelfth day after Christmas , in commemoration . of the visit of the ...
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... king's highway ; It was not too nice to hustle the bags Of the beggar and flutter his dirty rags ; ' Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig or the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest it roared and ...
... king's highway ; It was not too nice to hustle the bags Of the beggar and flutter his dirty rags ; ' Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig or the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest it roared and ...
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Alice Anna Sewell apple battle beautiful began birds born boys brother called coracle Cranford cried dark Deacon dear death Diamond dogs door Dormouse earth Edward Everett Hale Elizabeth Eliza England Esther Dudley eyes face Fairy fell flowers FOURTH READER friends gathered give hand Hatter head heard heart Helen Hunt Jackson honor horse Indian JAMES KIRKE PAULDING John King Arthur knew lady land legends lived looked March Hare master meadow morning mother never night North Wind o'er once Peggotty Peterkin poems poet poor Province House queen reading aloud round sing Sir Bedivere Sir Launfal Sir Lucan song soon speak stood story sweet sword tell thee thing THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou thought Tin Soldier told took trees turned unto verse voice William wood word writing wrote young
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Страница 157 - 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.
Страница 420 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Страница 369 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Страница 419 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Страница 42 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Страница 423 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Страница 187 - 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.
Страница 317 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Страница 158 - Not as the conqueror comes They, the true-hearted, came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Страница 344 - OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.