The Sixth ReaderRand McNally, 1914 - 314 páginas |
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... at first 50 I took him to be one who had been shipwrecked like myself . I went towards him and saluted him , but he only slightly bowed his head . I asked him why he sat so still , but , instead of HOLTON - CURRY SIXTH READER.
... at first 50 I took him to be one who had been shipwrecked like myself . I went towards him and saluted him , but he only slightly bowed his head . I asked him why he sat so still , but , instead of HOLTON - CURRY SIXTH READER.
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... heads . The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world , the 15 one that never deserts him , the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous , is his dog . Gentlemen of the jury , a man's dog stands by ...
... heads . The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world , the 15 one that never deserts him , the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous , is his dog . Gentlemen of the jury , a man's dog stands by ...
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... head between his paws , his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness , faithful and true even 40 to death . GLOSSARY . Prone ; alert . STUDY . What is the one point made in the first paragraph ? Notice that the last sentence brings it ...
... head between his paws , his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness , faithful and true even 40 to death . GLOSSARY . Prone ; alert . STUDY . What is the one point made in the first paragraph ? Notice that the last sentence brings it ...
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... head like the meek mountain lamb , 85 When , wilder'd , he drops from some cliff huge in stature , 40 And draws his last sob by the side of his dam . And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying , Thy obsequies sung by the gray ...
... head like the meek mountain lamb , 85 When , wilder'd , he drops from some cliff huge in stature , 40 And draws his last sob by the side of his dam . And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying , Thy obsequies sung by the gray ...
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... head like the ticking of a clock , and she could hardly help saying them out loud : 40 " Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle ; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle . " Just then flew down a ...
... head like the ticking of a clock , and she could hardly help saying them out loud : 40 " Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle ; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle . " Just then flew down a ...
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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.