The Sixth ReaderRand McNally, 1914 - 314 páginas |
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... Road , " from Dreams in Homespun by Sam Walter Foss ; A. C. McClurg & Co. for " The Story of a Stone , " from Science Sketches by David Starr Jor- dan ; Chas . Scribner's Sons for " The Smudge , " from Fisherman's Luck by Henry Van Dyke ...
... Road , " from Dreams in Homespun by Sam Walter Foss ; A. C. McClurg & Co. for " The Story of a Stone , " from Science Sketches by David Starr Jor- dan ; Chas . Scribner's Sons for " The Smudge , " from Fisherman's Luck by Henry Van Dyke ...
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... ROAD..Sam Walter Foss. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER . PROVERBS SCYTHE SONG . ON HORSEBACK . EULOGY ON THE DOG .. HELVELLYN ..... TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE " LEWIS CARROLL " ( Portrait ) . A MODEST WIT ... DON QUIXOTE ... .Andrew Lang ...
... ROAD..Sam Walter Foss. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER . PROVERBS SCYTHE SONG . ON HORSEBACK . EULOGY ON THE DOG .. HELVELLYN ..... TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE " LEWIS CARROLL " ( Portrait ) . A MODEST WIT ... DON QUIXOTE ... .Andrew Lang ...
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Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry. THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD..Sam Walter Foss .... ..George Walter Thornbury . ..Richard Garnett . i ..David Starr Jordan .......... ..Oliver Wendell Holmes .. LEGEND .... Robert Louis ...
Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry. THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD..Sam Walter Foss .... ..George Walter Thornbury . ..Richard Garnett . i ..David Starr Jordan .......... ..Oliver Wendell Holmes .. LEGEND .... Robert Louis ...
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... . 259 275 Daniel Defoe .. 283 The House by the Side of the Road .... Sam Walter Foss . I Have a Right ... The Moonlight Sonata . .Jean Ingelow .. 107 III ( Author unknown ) . 156 vi 1 6. THE HUMOR OF LIFE A Modest Wit .... .Selleck.
... . 259 275 Daniel Defoe .. 283 The House by the Side of the Road .... Sam Walter Foss . I Have a Right ... The Moonlight Sonata . .Jean Ingelow .. 107 III ( Author unknown ) . 156 vi 1 6. THE HUMOR OF LIFE A Modest Wit .... .Selleck.
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... road divided there was sure to be two finger posts pointing the same way , one marked , " TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE , " and the other " TO THE HOUSE OF TWEEDLEDEE . " " I do believe , " said Alice at last , " that they live in the same ...
... road divided there was sure to be two finger posts pointing the same way , one marked , " TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE , " and the other " TO THE HOUSE OF TWEEDLEDEE . " " I do believe , " said Alice at last , " that they live in the same ...
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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.