The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336 страница |
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... Keeping of the Bridge , 35. Where is He ?. 36. The Retort , • 37. Marco Bozzaris , 41. The Two Homes , • 42. Warren's Address , 44. The Good Great Man , 47. The Dying Trumpeter , 48. Lines to a Child , 49. True Glory , 50. The Village ...
... Keeping of the Bridge , 35. Where is He ?. 36. The Retort , • 37. Marco Bozzaris , 41. The Two Homes , • 42. Warren's Address , 44. The Good Great Man , 47. The Dying Trumpeter , 48. Lines to a Child , 49. True Glory , 50. The Village ...
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... keeps his road well who gets rid of bad company . Credit lost is like a broken looking - glass . He is an ill boy who , like a top , goes no longer than he is whipped . 13. A young naval officer , when asked what period of a certain ...
... keeps his road well who gets rid of bad company . Credit lost is like a broken looking - glass . He is an ill boy who , like a top , goes no longer than he is whipped . 13. A young naval officer , when asked what period of a certain ...
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... his only ambition was to be right . By eloquence ? He spoke in calm good taste , without any of the oratory that either terrifies or seduces . By any fascination of manner ? His ON CHARACTER . 31 The Keeping of the Bridge,
... his only ambition was to be right . By eloquence ? He spoke in calm good taste , without any of the oratory that either terrifies or seduces . By any fascination of manner ? His ON CHARACTER . 31 The Keeping of the Bridge,
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... keep them out . I complained to neighbor Pulcifer about them , and sent him frequent messages , but all without avail . 3. " Perhaps they would be kept out for a day or two ; but the legs of the sheep were long , and my grain more ...
... keep them out . I complained to neighbor Pulcifer about them , and sent him frequent messages , but all without avail . 3. " Perhaps they would be kept out for a day or two ; but the legs of the sheep were long , and my grain more ...
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... keep them out . ' 9. " After a moment's silence , ' The sheep shall not trouble you any more , ' exclaimed Pulcifer . ' I will fetter them all . But I'll let you know that when any man talks of shooting , I can shoot , too ; and when a ...
... keep them out . ' 9. " After a moment's silence , ' The sheep shall not trouble you any more , ' exclaimed Pulcifer . ' I will fetter them all . But I'll let you know that when any man talks of shooting , I can shoot , too ; and when a ...
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