The Sixth ReaderRand McNally, 1914 - 314 páginas |
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... Gives Judgment CERVANTES ( Portrait ) A FAMOUS TOAST . A LOST CHORD .... THE BEAR AS A HUMORIST THE SONG Of the Western MEN LITTLE JOHN . ......... .. THE ARCHERY CONTEST . ROBIN HOOD .. CONTENTMENT . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ( Portrait ) ...
... Gives Judgment CERVANTES ( Portrait ) A FAMOUS TOAST . A LOST CHORD .... THE BEAR AS A HUMORIST THE SONG Of the Western MEN LITTLE JOHN . ......... .. THE ARCHERY CONTEST . ROBIN HOOD .. CONTENTMENT . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ( Portrait ) ...
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... give him some of it . I handed him the gourd , and , the liquor pleasing his palate , he drank it off . As there was some quantity of it , he soon began to sing , and to move from side to side in his seat 90 upon my shoulders , and by ...
... give him some of it . I handed him the gourd , and , the liquor pleasing his palate , he drank it off . As there was some quantity of it , he soon began to sing , and to move from side to side in his seat 90 upon my shoulders , and by ...
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... give a hand to each . " The eldest Oyster looked at him , But never a word he said : The eldest Oyster winked his eye , And shook his heavy head- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster bed . 40 But four young Oysters ...
... give a hand to each . " The eldest Oyster looked at him , But never a word he said : The eldest Oyster winked his eye , And shook his heavy head- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster bed . 40 But four young Oysters ...
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... give him ; for , as he said to himself , it would be very improper that a horse so excellent , belonging to a knight so famous , should be without 75 an appropriate name ; he therefore endeavored to find one that should express what he ...
... give him ; for , as he said to himself , it would be very improper that a horse so excellent , belonging to a knight so famous , should be without 75 an appropriate name ; he therefore endeavored to find one that should express what he ...
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... give you of the hero ? Of whom was his family composed ? Describe his appearance . To what kind of reading did he devote himself ? What indicates his zeal in this study ? What was the effect of all his study upon his way of looking at ...
... give you of the hero ? Of whom was his family composed ? Describe his appearance . To what kind of reading did he devote himself ? What indicates his zeal in this study ? What was the effect of all his study upon his way of looking at ...
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Términos y frases comunes
abbot answer archers asked Bay Street Beethoven bells blow boat Bryce bugle called captain Cooper Coureur de Bois coxswain cried dead death Don Quixote Doolkarnein EDMONDO DE AMICIS English Explain line eyes father Favosites feet fell galloped Gilpin give GLOSSARY grew Habersham hand head hear heard heart heather hills of Habersham horn horse John Camplejohn king land Lanier laugh LEWIS CARROLL little Favosites Little John live looked merry morning mountain never night o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once one-hoss shay poem poet ride river river Lee road Robin Hood rocks round Sancho Sancho Panza Seguin Shandon side SIDNEY LANIER smudge snow song soon sound stanza story STUDY sweet tell thee things thou thought tree turn valleys of Hall whale word young
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Página 101 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Página 193 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! » And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 109 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 200 - Huddup!" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text, Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the -Moses - was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill.
Página 149 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 94 - 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.
Página 130 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 93 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Página 263 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Página 261 - Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew. And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat He manfully did throw.