The Sixth ReaderRand McNally, 1914 - 314 páginas |
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... night , he laid himself down with me , holding still fast about my neck . Every morning he pinched me to make me awake , and afterwards forced me to get up 75 and walk , and spurred me with his feet . One day I found several dry gourds ...
... night , he laid himself down with me , holding still fast about my neck . Every morning he pinched me to make me awake , and afterwards forced me to get up 75 and walk , and spurred me with his feet . One day I found several dry gourds ...
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... Nights . " GLOSSARY . Sindbad ; roc ; alms ; " Arabian Nights . " STUDY . What does the first statement tell you about Sindbad ? Why did he take several merchants along with him ? Tell the story of the adventure with the rocs . What ...
... Nights . " GLOSSARY . Sindbad ; roc ; alms ; " Arabian Nights . " STUDY . What does the first statement tell you about Sindbad ? Why did he take several merchants along with him ? Tell the story of the adventure with the rocs . What ...
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... night . The moon was shining sulkily , Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done- " It's very rude of him , " she said , " To come and spoil the fun ! " The sea was wet as wet could be , The ...
... night . The moon was shining sulkily , Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done- " It's very rude of him , " she said , " To come and spoil the fun ! " The sea was wet as wet could be , The ...
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... can begin to feed . " " But not on us ! " the Oysters cried , Turning a little blue . " After such kindness , that would be A dismal thing to do ! " " The night is fine ! " the Walrus said 22 HOLTON - CURRY SIXTH READER.
... can begin to feed . " " But not on us ! " the Oysters cried , Turning a little blue . " After such kindness , that would be A dismal thing to do ! " " The night is fine ! " the Walrus said 22 HOLTON - CURRY SIXTH READER.
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Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry. " The night is fine ! " the Walrus said , " Do you admire the view ? " It was so kind of you to come ! And you are very nice ! " The Carpenter said nothing but " Cut us another slice ; I ...
Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry. " The night is fine ! " the Walrus said , " Do you admire the view ? " It was so kind of you to come ! And you are very nice ! " The Carpenter said nothing but " Cut us another slice ; I ...
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abbot Alice answer asked began blow boat Bryce bugle called Chambered Nautilus cried death Don Quixote Doolkarnein drummer boy EDMONDO DE AMICIS Explain line eyes Favosites fire galloped Gilpin give GLOSSARY goat green grew Habersham hand head heard heart hero hills of Habersham Holmes Honor horn horse king land laugh Let me live LEWIS CARROLL little Favosites Little John looked merry miller's son morning mountain never night o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once one-hoss shay Pilgrims poem poet queen ride river road Robin Hood rocks round Sancho Panza Seguin side Signor Captain snow soldiers song stanza story STUDY sweet tell thee things THOMAS BULFINCH thou told tree turn Tweedledum valleys of Hall Walrus William Ordway Partridge window wonder word Xenophon 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.