The Young and Field Literary Readers, Book 4Ginn, 1914 |
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... talk about it . We shall find out who wrote it and learn some of the interesting things about the author . You al- ways like to hear your father tell about what he did when he was a little boy , or your mother tell what happened when ...
... talk about it . We shall find out who wrote it and learn some of the interesting things about the author . You al- ways like to hear your father tell about what he did when he was a little boy , or your mother tell what happened when ...
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... talking . ) BRAHMAN . O Eagle , great Eagle , hear and give judgment . EAGLE . On what must I give judgment ? prom- BRAHMAN . I let this tiger out of his cage and he ised not to eat me , but now that he is free , he wishes to . Is that ...
... talking . ) BRAHMAN . O Eagle , great Eagle , hear and give judgment . EAGLE . On what must I give judgment ? prom- BRAHMAN . I let this tiger out of his cage and he ised not to eat me , but now that he is free , he wishes to . Is that ...
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... talk just as they did . After he had grown to be a man he became one of the 20 editors of a paper in Atlanta . He remained in this work for twenty - five years . During that time he wrote negro stories for his paper and pretended they ...
... talk just as they did . After he had grown to be a man he became one of the 20 editors of a paper in Atlanta . He remained in this work for twenty - five years . During that time he wrote negro stories for his paper and pretended they ...
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... talk louder . " 20 The tar baby kept still . Brer Fox lay low . " You are stuck up . That's what you are ! " said Brer Rabbit . " And I'm going to cure you of being stuck up . That's what I'm going to do . " Brer Fox chuckled softly ...
... talk louder . " 20 The tar baby kept still . Brer Fox lay low . " You are stuck up . That's what you are ! " said Brer Rabbit . " And I'm going to cure you of being stuck up . That's what I'm going to do . " Brer Fox chuckled softly ...
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... talking to the tar baby , and the tar baby kept on saying nothing , until , at last , Brer Rabbit 5 drew back and — blip ! he hit the tar baby on the side of the head . And that's where he made a mistake , because his fist stuck fast to ...
... talking to the tar baby , and the tar baby kept on saying nothing , until , at last , Brer Rabbit 5 drew back and — blip ! he hit the tar baby on the side of the head . And that's where he made a mistake , because his fist stuck fast to ...
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The Young and Field Literary Readers, Vol. 3 (Classic Reprint) Ella Flagg Young No preview available - 2018 |
The Young and Field Literary Readers, Vol. 3 (Classic Reprint) Ella Flagg Young No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 318 - 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 279 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 150 - 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!" Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
Page 308 - 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...
Page 183 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless...
Page 69 - 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 ! ENDYMION.
Page 300 - MAKE a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness : Come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD he is God : It is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves ; We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise : Be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting ; And his truth endureth to all generations.
Page 306 - 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 306 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; " Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away!...
Page 305 - 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...