Foundation Readers, Book 4Educational publishing Company, 1911 |
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... coming by sea . I was dirty from my journey ; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts and stockings , and I knew no soul , nor where to look for lodging . I was fatigued with traveling , rowing , and want of rest ; I was very hungry ...
... coming by sea . I was dirty from my journey ; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts and stockings , and I knew no soul , nor where to look for lodging . I was fatigued with traveling , rowing , and want of rest ; I was very hungry ...
Page 16
... coming round , found myself at Market Street wharf , near the boat I came in , to which I went for a drink of the river water ! Being filled with one of my rolls , I gave the other two to a woman and her child , who had come down the ...
... coming round , found myself at Market Street wharf , near the boat I came in , to which I went for a drink of the river water ! Being filled with one of my rolls , I gave the other two to a woman and her child , who had come down the ...
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... coming from the person who had undertaken to get the fox's liver . The master of the house went out to see him . " I have come from the man in the mountains . Last night the fox's liver that you asked him to get for you fell into his ...
... coming from the person who had undertaken to get the fox's liver . The master of the house went out to see him . " I have come from the man in the mountains . Last night the fox's liver that you asked him to get for you fell into his ...
Page 100
... coming from his cottage home , nor the rough voice of the carter , grumbling at his lazy horses , were any longer to be heard . The little fellow now perceived that the blue of the flowers in his hand was scarcely distinguishable from ...
... coming from his cottage home , nor the rough voice of the carter , grumbling at his lazy horses , were any longer to be heard . The little fellow now perceived that the blue of the flowers in his hand was scarcely distinguishable from ...
Page 104
... coming up , and he was anxious that the gentlemen should not go into that , as the trampling of the horses and dogs would spoil the crop . He sent one of his farm hands , a bright young boy , to shut the gate of that field and to keep ...
... coming up , and he was anxious that the gentlemen should not go into that , as the trampling of the horses and dogs would spoil the crop . He sent one of his farm hands , a bright young boy , to shut the gate of that field and to keep ...
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Page 129 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 15 - I was fatigued with traveling, rowing, and want of rest ; I was very hungry, and my whole stock of cash consisted of a Dutch dollar and about a shilling in copper.
Page 195 - Up the oak-tree, close beside him, Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, In and out among the branches, Coughed and chattered from the oak-tree, Laughed, and said between his laughing, "Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!" And the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat erect upon his haunches, Half in fear and half in frolic, Saying to the little hunter, "Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!
Page 62 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given.
Page 253 - Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismayed ? Not though the soldiers knew Some one had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die!
Page 197 - For upon the highest corner of a large window there dwelt a certain spider, swollen up to the first magnitude by the destruction of infinite numbers of flies, whose spoils lay scattered before the gates of his palace, like human bones before the cave of some giant.
Page 106 - BOY'S SONG. WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 235 - With his knife the tree he girdled ; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward ; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. " Give me of your boughs, O Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me...
Page 202 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Page 201 - You boast indeed of being obliged to no other creature, but of drawing and spinning out all from yourself; that is to say, if we may judge of the liquor in the vessel by what issues out, you possess a good plentiful store of dirt and poison in your breast; and, though I would by no means lessen or disparage your genuine stock of either, yet I doubt you are somewhat obliged, for an increase of both, to a little foreign assistance.