Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, Book 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... Beryl looked up , and saw that her arithmetic and her grammar were wide open , and that a num- ber of little people had crept out of the leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so ...
... Beryl looked up , and saw that her arithmetic and her grammar were wide open , and that a num- ber of little people had crept out of the leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so ...
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... Beryl ? " said the grammar- fairies , advancing toward her in an orderly procession . " Won't you break your ranks , " said Beryl , “ and come and sit down a little while ? You look tired , " she said , addressing a pale little lady ...
... Beryl ? " said the grammar- fairies , advancing toward her in an orderly procession . " Won't you break your ranks , " said Beryl , “ and come and sit down a little while ? You look tired , " she said , addressing a pale little lady ...
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... Beryl when she smiled , and so the conjunction - fairies agreed with the others , that all rules should be abolished ... Beryl ? " 66 No , " said Beryl , laughing . " Well , " said the arithmetic - fairies , in astonish- ment , " we ...
... Beryl when she smiled , and so the conjunction - fairies agreed with the others , that all rules should be abolished ... Beryl ? " 66 No , " said Beryl , laughing . " Well , " said the arithmetic - fairies , in astonish- ment , " we ...
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... Beryl , eagerly . " You know we are the book fairies , " said the fairy . " We live in dictionaries , and grammars , and spelling - books , and poetry , and geography books , and story - books of all kinds , and when we are tired of one ...
... Beryl , eagerly . " You know we are the book fairies , " said the fairy . " We live in dictionaries , and grammars , and spelling - books , and poetry , and geography books , and story - books of all kinds , and when we are tired of one ...
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... Beryl . " Yes , " answered the fairy . " It was the handsomest book I ever lived in — not that I am at all particular about the binding . It had a gilt border stamped on it . No one ever took the trouble to open that book - case , until ...
... Beryl . " Yes , " answered the fairy . " It was the handsomest book I ever lived in — not that I am at all particular about the binding . It had a gilt border stamped on it . No one ever took the trouble to open that book - case , until ...
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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 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 158 - Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! — For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
Page 265 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
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.