New National First [-fifth] Reader, Book 4A.S. Barnes, 1884 - 480 pages |
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... night , " the mother said , " And time for my boy to be in bed ; When you wake up and it's day again , It will be to - morrow , my darling , then . " The little boy slept through all the night , But 28 FOURTH READER .
... night , " the mother said , " And time for my boy to be in bed ; When you wake up and it's day again , It will be to - morrow , my darling , then . " The little boy slept through all the night , But 28 FOURTH READER .
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... night , But woke with the first red streak of light ; He pressed a kiss on his mother's brow , And whispered , " Is it to - morrow now ? " ' No , little Eddie , this is to - day ; To - morrow is always one night away . ' He pondered ...
... night , But woke with the first red streak of light ; He pressed a kiss on his mother's brow , And whispered , " Is it to - morrow now ? " ' No , little Eddie , this is to - day ; To - morrow is always one night away . ' He pondered ...
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... night she lay snugly curled up with a good warm blanket over her . Of course , the first thing to do with an adopted cat is to give it a name , and Jack Harmon , who was a bit of a wag in his way , and a great admirer of the monster ele ...
... night she lay snugly curled up with a good warm blanket over her . Of course , the first thing to do with an adopted cat is to give it a name , and Jack Harmon , who was a bit of a wag in his way , and a great admirer of the monster ele ...
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... . Jack Harmon was still her favorite , and whenever it came his turn to stand at the bow and keep watch , there was Jumbo going backward and forward . On the eighth night of the voyage , the stars 40 FOURTH READER . THE WIND IN A FROLIC.
... . Jack Harmon was still her favorite , and whenever it came his turn to stand at the bow and keep watch , there was Jumbo going backward and forward . On the eighth night of the voyage , the stars 40 FOURTH READER . THE WIND IN A FROLIC.
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Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes. On the eighth night of the voyage , the stars looked dim and watery , and a low bank of clouds began to rise to windward of us , just between sea and sky . The old sailors shook their heads and ...
Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes. On the eighth night of the voyage , the stars looked dim and watery , and a low bank of clouds began to rise to windward of us , just between sea and sky . The old sailors shook their heads and ...
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Page 338 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 287 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 289 - 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.
Page 338 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 194 - Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig, and the gentleman's cloak.
Page 325 - On Brador's rocks are shed, And the noisy murr are flying, Like black scuds, overhead ; Where in mist the rock is hiding, And the sharp reef lurks below, And the white squall smites in summer, And the autumn tempests blow ; Where, through gray and rolling vapor, From evening unto morn, A thousand boats are hailing, Horn answering unto horn.
Page 357 - Roushan's tasselled cap of red Trembled not upon his head, Careless sat he and upright ; Neither hand nor bridle shook, Nor his head he turned to look, As he galloped out of sight. Flash of harness in the air, Seen a moment like the glare Of a sword drawn from its sheath ; Thus the phantom horseman passed, And the shadow that he cast Leaped the cataract underneath. Reyhan the Arab held his breath While this vision of life and death Passed above him. " Allahu !
Page 193 - The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, "Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a madcap galloping chase! I'll make a commotion in every place!
Page 288 - 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.
Page 206 - The day passed on, and we became hungry. Many wild beasts came plunging into the water beside us, and others swam across to our side and stood still. Although faint and weary, I managed to shoot a porcupine, and we all tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how.