Reading and Living, Book 2C. Scribner's sons, 1924 |
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... was no more friendly purring , no more rub- bing against our legs ; nothing but a wild expression and the deepest gloom . Kind treatment could not soothe him . One day I found him lying dead in the ashes on 8 MAKING HOMES.
... was no more friendly purring , no more rub- bing against our legs ; nothing but a wild expression and the deepest gloom . Kind treatment could not soothe him . One day I found him lying dead in the ashes on 8 MAKING HOMES.
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... kind . Probably they were wretch- edly ill . V. DIGGING THE WELL During the winter , life offered us new pastimes and many hardships . Our creek froze over , and the water problem be- came a serious one , which we met with increasing A ...
... kind . Probably they were wretch- edly ill . V. DIGGING THE WELL During the winter , life offered us new pastimes and many hardships . Our creek froze over , and the water problem be- came a serious one , which we met with increasing A ...
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... kind of boy or girl you are by visiting your room . 4. Describe the three kinds of homes pictured in the next to the last paragraph . 5. Tell about a beautiful home you once visited which seemed to reveal the character of the people who ...
... kind of boy or girl you are by visiting your room . 4. Describe the three kinds of homes pictured in the next to the last paragraph . 5. Tell about a beautiful home you once visited which seemed to reveal the character of the people who ...
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... kind , generous , hearty nature , and his sympathy with all poor men , that led him straight to Scrooge's clerk's ; for there he went , and took Scrooge with him ; on the threshold of the door the Spirit smiled and stopped to bless Bob ...
... kind , generous , hearty nature , and his sympathy with all poor men , that led him straight to Scrooge's clerk's ; for there he went , and took Scrooge with him ; on the threshold of the door the Spirit smiled and stopped to bless Bob ...
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... kind of work she had to do , and how many hours she worked at a stretch , and how she meant to lie abed to - morrow morning for a good long rest ; to - morrow being a holiday she passed at home . Also how she had seen a countess and a ...
... kind of work she had to do , and how many hours she worked at a stretch , and how she meant to lie abed to - morrow morning for a good long rest ; to - morrow being a holiday she passed at home . Also how she had seen a countess and a ...
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Page 69 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 203 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 160 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 399 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 202 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 41 - 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 116 - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else.
Page 42 - 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. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 399 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might,— Guid Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a
Page 154 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...