The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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... returned to take up his new duties . He remained at Bow- doin till 1835 , when he was elected to take Professor Ticknor's place as Professor of Modern Languages at Harvard . Before removing to Cambridge to fill this more important ...
... returned to take up his new duties . He remained at Bow- doin till 1835 , when he was elected to take Professor Ticknor's place as Professor of Modern Languages at Harvard . Before removing to Cambridge to fill this more important ...
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... returning home to Whitehall early in the morning . Now , in returning home through the Strand , he took notice of a certain cobbler , who was always up at work , whistling and singing , every morning . So resolving to see him , he ...
... returning home to Whitehall early in the morning . Now , in returning home through the Strand , he took notice of a certain cobbler , who was always up at work , whistling and singing , every morning . So resolving to see him , he ...
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... returned home to his wife Joan , with the joyful news of his kind reception at court ; which so pleased her that she did not think much of the pains she had been at , in dressing him up for the journey . King Henry the Eighth , King of ...
... returned home to his wife Joan , with the joyful news of his kind reception at court ; which so pleased her that she did not think much of the pains she had been at , in dressing him up for the journey . King Henry the Eighth , King of ...
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... returned from the fair , I was wondering what could keep him so long . Never mind our son , " cried my wife ; " depend upon it he knows what he is about . I'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen on a rainy day . I have seen him ...
... returned from the fair , I was wondering what could keep him so long . Never mind our son , " cried my wife ; " depend upon it he knows what he is about . I'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen on a rainy day . I have seen him ...
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Primer, [First-sixth reader]. boy , " returned she ; “ I Between ourselves , three " Well done , my good knew you ... returned she , “ we have parted with the colt , and have got only a gross of green spectacles , with copper rims and ...
Primer, [First-sixth reader]. boy , " returned she ; “ I Between ourselves , three " Well done , my good knew you ... returned she , “ we have parted with the colt , and have got only a gross of green spectacles , with copper rims and ...
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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.