Story Hour Readings, Book 4American Book, 1921 |
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... night of camping out . 1. Have you ever been camping ? What did you take along ? Compare your camp with Harry's . 2. Have you ever caught a fish ? What kind ? How big was it ? Tell how you would clean and cook a fish . 3. Have you ever ...
... night of camping out . 1. Have you ever been camping ? What did you take along ? Compare your camp with Harry's . 2. Have you ever caught a fish ? What kind ? How big was it ? Tell how you would clean and cook a fish . 3. Have you ever ...
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... night ; Yet Jack Frost has got in , you see , And left your windows silver white . He must have waited till you slept , And not a single word he spoke , But penciled o'er the panes and crept Away before you woke . And now you cannot see ...
... night ; Yet Jack Frost has got in , you see , And left your windows silver white . He must have waited till you slept , And not a single word he spoke , But penciled o'er the panes and crept Away before you woke . And now you cannot see ...
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... night . Come and see me to - morrow , and I will 15 reward you for going to the spring and bringing me 20 three mugs of water . ' " " And did he get well ? " asked Malleville . " Yes , and the next day Blue Cap came again . " " And what ...
... night . Come and see me to - morrow , and I will 15 reward you for going to the spring and bringing me 20 three mugs of water . ' " " And did he get well ? " asked Malleville . " Yes , and the next day Blue Cap came again . " " And what ...
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... night as she was going upstairs to bed , Malle- ville began to tell her cousins the story of Golgorondo 20 and the bowl . They stopped at the head of the stairs to finish the story . Malleville could not remember the poetry very well ...
... night as she was going upstairs to bed , Malle- ville began to tell her cousins the story of Golgorondo 20 and the bowl . They stopped at the head of the stairs to finish the story . Malleville could not remember the poetry very well ...
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... rider was lost ; For want of a rider , the battle was lost ; For want of the battle , the kingdom was lost ; And all for the want of a horseshoe nail . S. H. READINGS FOURTH BY KATHERINE PYLE It is night , and the toyshop LOST 49.
... rider was lost ; For want of a rider , the battle was lost ; For want of the battle , the kingdom was lost ; And all for the want of a horseshoe nail . S. H. READINGS FOURTH BY KATHERINE PYLE It is night , and the toyshop LOST 49.
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Page 139 - He was chubby and plump, — a right jolly old elf; And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, * And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle ; But I heard him...
Page 137 - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
Page 169 - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...
Page 138 - And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot ; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 217 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 219 - Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Page 102 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 171 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet; That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 184 - I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; to support its Constitution; to obey its laws; to respect its flag; and to defend it against all enemies." WILLIAM TYLEE PAGE. PLEDGE TO THE FLAG. " I pledge allegiance to my flag and to the Republic for which it stands; one Nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Page 279 - White are his shoulders, and white his crest : Hear him call in his merry note : " Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee.