The Young and Field Literary Readers: Book one-[six], Book 4Ginn and Company, 1914 |
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... wild land where nothing beautiful can ever give you pleasure . " QUESTIONS AND HELPS 1. Who was Arion ? 2. Why was he so well liked ? 3. Why did n't the sailors on the ship like him ? 4. What did he ask them to let him do before they ...
... wild land where nothing beautiful can ever give you pleasure . " QUESTIONS AND HELPS 1. Who was Arion ? 2. Why was he so well liked ? 3. Why did n't the sailors on the ship like him ? 4. What did he ask them to let him do before they ...
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... wild or frightened . Perhaps it means " softly , boss . " housewife ( house'wife ) : the wife or mother of the house . " Wife " is old English for woman . household ( house'hōld ) : the family , or all who live in a house . TWO RIDDLES ...
... wild or frightened . Perhaps it means " softly , boss . " housewife ( house'wife ) : the wife or mother of the house . " Wife " is old English for woman . household ( house'hōld ) : the family , or all who live in a house . TWO RIDDLES ...
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... wild with joy ; and about " Old Aunt Mary's , ' 20 where he used to go on Saturday afternoons and stuff him- self with jam and quince preserves ; and about " Little Orphant Annie , " who told stories of the goblins ; and about the ...
... wild with joy ; and about " Old Aunt Mary's , ' 20 where he used to go on Saturday afternoons and stuff him- self with jam and quince preserves ; and about " Little Orphant Annie , " who told stories of the goblins ; and about the ...
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... wild , dry plains broken by deep ravines into which the sheep may fall . Then the paths are hard to follow . They divide here and there into many branches , and the sheep often follow the wrong path and are lost . Sometimes the path ...
... wild , dry plains broken by deep ravines into which the sheep may fall . Then the paths are hard to follow . They divide here and there into many branches , and the sheep often follow the wrong path and are lost . Sometimes the path ...
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... wild birds around her and feed them . She died in 1894 . In this poem , " The Sandpiper , " Mrs. Thaxter tells us how 10 she went out upon the beach one day to gather driftwood for the fire . A storm was coming up ; the waves were run ...
... wild birds around her and feed them . She died in 1894 . In this poem , " The Sandpiper , " Mrs. Thaxter tells us how 10 she went out upon the beach one day to gather driftwood for the fire . A storm was coming up ; the waves were run ...
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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,...