Foundation Readers, Book 4Educational publishing Company, 1911 |
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Page 63
... Green Fairy Book , " from which this selection is taken , is a favorite . Once upon a time there was a youth named Peter . He had two elder brothers , who were very unkind to him , so unkind that often he wished he had never been born ...
... Green Fairy Book , " from which this selection is taken , is a favorite . Once upon a time there was a youth named Peter . He had two elder brothers , who were very unkind to him , so unkind that often he wished he had never been born ...
Page 86
... green woods rang with merry chirping , Walter was happy as a lark , and would wander abroad for days , listening to his feathered friends , and matching his own notes with theirs . When the hour of death was at hand , the poet even then ...
... green woods rang with merry chirping , Walter was happy as a lark , and would wander abroad for days , listening to his feathered friends , and matching his own notes with theirs . When the hour of death was at hand , the poet even then ...
Page 89
... green . Nothing there , as it seems , of notable goodness or beauty . A very little strength and a very little tallness , and a few delicate long lines meeting in a point not a per- fect point , but blunt and unfinished . And yet ...
... green . Nothing there , as it seems , of notable goodness or beauty . A very little strength and a very little tallness , and a few delicate long lines meeting in a point not a per- fect point , but blunt and unfinished . And yet ...
Page 100
... green of the surrounding herbage , and he looked up in some dismay . The night was falling ; not , however , a dark winter night , but one of those beautiful , clear , moonlight nights , in which every object is perceptible , though not ...
... green of the surrounding herbage , and he looked up in some dismay . The night was falling ; not , however , a dark winter night , but one of those beautiful , clear , moonlight nights , in which every object is perceptible , though not ...
Page 118
... green pastures abloom with buttercups and daisies , past woods lovely in their new foliage , and orchards redolent with blossoms . The two men gave little heed to the beauty of the ever - changing scene , however ; for one tended his ...
... green pastures abloom with buttercups and daisies , past woods lovely in their new foliage , and orchards redolent with blossoms . The two men gave little heed to the beauty of the ever - changing scene , however ; for one tended his ...
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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.