Standard Catholic Readers: First-[fifth] reader, Book 4American Book Company, 1909 |
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Standard Catholic Readers by Grades Mary E Doyle,Nathaniel Hawthorne,Katharine E Sloan No preview available - 2016 |
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Agnes Repplier Aladdin Angel apple tree beautiful began birch birds Blessed born brave Britons Cæsar called CATH child Christ church Cimabue cried crusaders died ELIZA ALLEN STARR enemy eyes father feet forest FOURTH READER Frisians Giotto girls Grail Gretel hand head hear heard heart Heaven HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ Holy Ichabod Isidore Jesus John of Lorn Julius Cæsar king lamp land lived look Lord magician Mary merciful morning mother nest never night o'er passed Paulette Perugino Peter Peter the Hermit pray prayer Raphael reindeer river Robin Robin Hood round Saracens shoot shore side silver singing skate smile song soon star-spangled banner Stickleback stood stork story sweet TELL thee thou thought thrush told took turned Urbino voice walked watch wild wings words Wulfram young
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Page 319 - I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, by many a field and fallow, and many a fairy foreland set with willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river; for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, with here a blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and here and there a grayling.
Page 181 - My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by : They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 112 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Page 362 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 179 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Page 113 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?
Page 313 - On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless! but his horror was still more increased on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of...
Page 209 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one Step enough for me.
Page 310 - All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon now came crowding upon his recollection. The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He had never felt so lonely and dismal. He was, moreover, approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost stories had been laid.
Page 312 - Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in motion, and with a scramble and a bound, stood at once in the middle of the road. Though the night was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be ascertained. He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame. He made no offer of molestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over his...