The Hawthorne Readers, Књига 4Globe School Book Company, 1904 |
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... turned somersaults , the pencil amused itself by writing on the table , and all the toys made so much noise at their play that they awoke the canary , and he too chattered and trilled . The only two who did not stir from their places ...
... turned somersaults , the pencil amused itself by writing on the table , and all the toys made so much noise at their play that they awoke the canary , and he too chattered and trilled . The only two who did not stir from their places ...
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... turned his eyes from her face . Pretty soon the clock struck twelve — and bounce the lid flew off the snuff - box ; it was a trick box , and instead of snuff contained a little black Goblin . " Tin Soldier ! " said the Goblin , " don't ...
... turned his eyes from her face . Pretty soon the clock struck twelve — and bounce the lid flew off the snuff - box ; it was a trick box , and instead of snuff contained a little black Goblin . " Tin Soldier ! " said the Goblin , " don't ...
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... turning to Alice : he had taken his watch out of his pocket , and was looking at it uneasily , shaking it every now and then , and holding it to his ear . Alice considered a little , and said , " The fourth . " " Two days wrong ...
... turning to Alice : he had taken his watch out of his pocket , and was looking at it uneasily , shaking it every now and then , and holding it to his ear . Alice considered a little , and said , " The fourth . " " Two days wrong ...
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... turning to Alice again . " No , I give it up , " Alice replied ; " what's the answer ? " " I haven't the slightest idea , " said the Hatter . " Nor I , " said the March Hare . Alice sighed wearily . " I think you might do something ...
... turning to Alice again . " No , I give it up , " Alice replied ; " what's the answer ? " " I haven't the slightest idea , " said the Hatter . " Nor I , " said the March Hare . Alice sighed wearily . " I think you might do something ...
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... making personal remarks now ? " the Hatter asked triumphantly . Alice did not quite know what to say to this : so she helped herself to some tea and bread - and- 3 butter , and then turned to the Dormouse , and 58 FOURTH READER.
... making personal remarks now ? " the Hatter asked triumphantly . Alice did not quite know what to say to this : so she helped herself to some tea and bread - and- 3 butter , and then turned to the Dormouse , and 58 FOURTH READER.
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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.