The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Book 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... , because Blair , a girl several years younger than he , 25 could read Latin better - that Jacquelin really tried to study . Though no one knew it , many of the things that Jacquelin did were done in the hope that 14 THE HILL READERS.
... , because Blair , a girl several years younger than he , 25 could read Latin better - that Jacquelin really tried to study . Though no one knew it , many of the things that Jacquelin did were done in the hope that 14 THE HILL READERS.
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Book [one-five] Daniel Harvey Hill. things that Jacquelin did were done in the hope that Steve might think well of ... thing else that he was afraid to do , it was almost sure that it was done because of Steve . Steve Allen had come to ...
Book [one-five] Daniel Harvey Hill. things that Jacquelin did were done in the hope that Steve might think well of ... thing else that he was afraid to do , it was almost sure that it was done because of Steve . Steve Allen had come to ...
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... things ; but he knew it was a poor imitation , for often he could not help being afraid , whilst Steve 15 did not know what fear was . Jacquelin's knees would shake and his teeth sometimes chatter , whilst Steve performed his most ...
... things ; but he knew it was a poor imitation , for often he could not help being afraid , whilst Steve 15 did not know what fear was . Jacquelin's knees would shake and his teeth sometimes chatter , whilst Steve performed his most ...
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... thing to do was to unfasten her neckband and bathe her face . So off to the 20 nearest water he put as hard as his legs could take him , and dipped his handkerchief in the horse trough , and then , grabbing up a bucket near by , filled ...
... thing to do was to unfasten her neckband and bathe her face . So off to the 20 nearest water he put as hard as his legs could take him , and dipped his handkerchief in the horse trough , and then , grabbing up a bucket near by , filled ...
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... thing which you are afraid to do as if you are not at all afraid . " Blair , you are a brick , " he said . " You are braver 5 than any boy I know -as brave as Steve , as brave as Marshal Turenne . " Which was sweet enough to Blair to ...
... thing which you are afraid to do as if you are not at all afraid . " Blair , you are a brick , " he said . " You are braver 5 than any boy I know -as brave as Steve , as brave as Marshal Turenne . " Which was sweet enough to Blair to ...
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Page 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
Page 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
Page 320 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Page 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Page 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Page 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...