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... heart of the brave girl , and she begged of her father to allow her to make an effort to save some of their lives . Her father replied that he had nothing but an open boat , that could not possibly live in such a sea . As the moments ...
... heart of the brave girl , and she begged of her father to allow her to make an effort to save some of their lives . Her father replied that he had nothing but an open boat , that could not possibly live in such a sea . As the moments ...
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... she works with three or four , Like a clever conjuror ; Quick as he in feats of art , Far beyond in joy of heart . WORDSWORTH , 6. PUNCTUALITY : A STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON . a THE KITTEN AND THE LEAVES . 19 The Kitten and the Leaves,
... she works with three or four , Like a clever conjuror ; Quick as he in feats of art , Far beyond in joy of heart . WORDSWORTH , 6. PUNCTUALITY : A STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON . a THE KITTEN AND THE LEAVES . 19 The Kitten and the Leaves,
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... nor had they spoken to a single vessel . On Friday , the 12th of October 1492 , land was seen ahead , and their hearts were filled with joy . As the ships neared the shore , the 24 STORIES FOR STANDARD III . The Landing of Columbus,
... nor had they spoken to a single vessel . On Friday , the 12th of October 1492 , land was seen ahead , and their hearts were filled with joy . As the ships neared the shore , the 24 STORIES FOR STANDARD III . The Landing of Columbus,
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... heart . A whisper on the tumult thrown , — A transitory breath , — It raised a brother from the dust , It saved a soul from death . O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first , But ...
... heart . A whisper on the tumult thrown , — A transitory breath , — It raised a brother from the dust , It saved a soul from death . O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first , But ...
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... heart , and all was over . She fell down by his side , and never moved again . The hunter went home , bound up his wounded arm , and got a good night's rest . In the morn- ing he found himself very little the worse for that terrible ...
... heart , and all was over . She fell down by his side , and never moved again . The hunter went home , bound up his wounded arm , and got a good night's rest . In the morn- ing he found himself very little the worse for that terrible ...
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Page 51 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 111 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 124 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember...
Page 33 - A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new , A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame. The thought was small, its issue great; a watch.fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!
Page 157 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 148 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Page 51 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — • The tree is living yet...
Page 32 - And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs the birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern, A passing...