The Young and Field Literary Readers: Book one-[six], Book 4Ginn and Company, 1914 |
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... hand , much interest is sometimes a response to the teacher's manner rather than to the material itself . Silent reading is used by many as a test of the power to read , though the test may fall short of its possibilities by the accept ...
... hand , much interest is sometimes a response to the teacher's manner rather than to the material itself . Silent reading is used by many as a test of the power to read , though the test may fall short of its possibilities by the accept ...
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... hand it to the king , it could 10 not be found . The king laughed and gave him the him the purse of gold just the same , and La Fontaine lost the purse on the way home . Perhaps you will think he deserved to lose it , but it was found ...
... hand it to the king , it could 10 not be found . The king laughed and gave him the him the purse of gold just the same , and La Fontaine lost the purse on the way home . Perhaps you will think he deserved to lose it , but it was found ...
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... hand . That stuck fast , too . The tar baby said nothing . Brer Fox lay low . 10 ' Let go , or I'll kick you ! " said Brer Rabbit . The 15 tar baby said nothing , but kept holding on tight . So Brer Rabbit kicked him with his right foot ...
... hand . That stuck fast , too . The tar baby said nothing . Brer Fox lay low . 10 ' Let go , or I'll kick you ! " said Brer Rabbit . The 15 tar baby said nothing , but kept holding on tight . So Brer Rabbit kicked him with his right foot ...
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... hands . " You must die , " they said . " Make your choice . If you want to be buried 15 on shore , give up to us and die here . We will give you decent burial . Or throw yourself into the sea , if you would rather die that way . " Arion ...
... hands . " You must die , " they said . " Make your choice . If you want to be buried 15 on shore , give up to us and die here . We will give you decent burial . Or throw yourself into the sea , if you would rather die that way . " Arion ...
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... hand and struck its strings with his right hand . 20 20 25 The sailors were pleased to see him so richly dressed . He went to the forward part of the vessel and looked down into the sea . This was his song : ee O harp , our happy day is ...
... hand and struck its strings with his right hand . 20 20 25 The sailors were pleased to see him so richly dressed . He went to the forward part of the vessel and looked down into the sea . This was his song : ee O harp , our happy day is ...
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Page 68 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 279 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave 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, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 67 - 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 305 - 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.
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 69 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 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 - 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 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...
Page 50 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...