The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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... leaves whispering overhead , Or the street cries all about . Where I may read all at my ease Both of the new and the old ; For a jolly good book whereon to look Is better to me than gold . - Old English Song . ARNOLD , GEORGE LIST OF ...
... leaves whispering overhead , Or the street cries all about . Where I may read all at my ease Both of the new and the old ; For a jolly good book whereon to look Is better to me than gold . - Old English Song . ARNOLD , GEORGE LIST OF ...
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... leaf , flower , and tree seemed daily to unfold to brighter bloom . One morning , while taking his usual stroll through the well - kept paths , he was surprised to find that some blossoms were picked to pieces . The next day he noticed ...
... leaf , flower , and tree seemed daily to unfold to brighter bloom . One morning , while taking his usual stroll through the well - kept paths , he was surprised to find that some blossoms were picked to pieces . The next day he noticed ...
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... leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so carefully . 66 Beryl , " they said , " don't ever put brown paper covers on your books . Fairies don't like it . When you see a brown paper ...
... leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so carefully . 66 Beryl , " they said , " don't ever put brown paper covers on your books . Fairies don't like it . When you see a brown paper ...
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... leaves , and right through the covers ; tiny holes , you know , but quite big enough for us to get through . " " How strange ! " said Beryl . " I have seen that sort of holes , but I always thought they were made by book - worms , not ...
... leaves , and right through the covers ; tiny holes , you know , but quite big enough for us to get through . " " How strange ! " said Beryl . " I have seen that sort of holes , but I always thought they were made by book - worms , not ...
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... leaves of your book , because you might squash a fairy , and that is the one thing from which fairies never recover ... leaf . Do tell me whether you suffered much pain from your arm . " " It's quite well now , " he said cheerily ...
... leaves of your book , because you might squash a fairy , and that is the one thing from which fairies never recover ... leaf . Do tell me whether you suffered much pain from your arm . " " It's quite well now , " he said cheerily ...
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Page 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 79 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
Page 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Page 285 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins...
Page 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
Page 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.