Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, Book 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... face to the open doorway , and saw his only daughter running away with the gar- dener and his own box of money ! Seizing a stout whip , the mandarin rushed after the couple , and , overtaking them on the bridge , grasped Chang by his ...
... face to the open doorway , and saw his only daughter running away with the gar- dener and his own box of money ! Seizing a stout whip , the mandarin rushed after the couple , and , overtaking them on the bridge , grasped Chang by his ...
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... face radiant with exercise and gladness- the easiest , freest , happiest man in all the world . Beside him sat a sleek cat , purring and wink- ing in the light , and falling every now and then into an idle doze , as from excess of ...
... face radiant with exercise and gladness- the easiest , freest , happiest man in all the world . Beside him sat a sleek cat , purring and wink- ing in the light , and falling every now and then into an idle doze , as from excess of ...
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... face . Flames came down from the mountain , nearer and nearer as the night drew on ; but Pliny persuaded his friend that they were only fires in some villages from which the peasants had fled ; and then went to bed and slept soundly ...
... face . Flames came down from the mountain , nearer and nearer as the night drew on ; but Pliny persuaded his friend that they were only fires in some villages from which the peasants had fled ; and then went to bed and slept soundly ...
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... face as quiet as if he had been only sleeping . And that was the end of a brave and learned man , a martyr to duty and to the love of science . But what was going on in the meantime ? Under clouds of ashes , cinders , mud , lava , three ...
... face as quiet as if he had been only sleeping . And that was the end of a brave and learned man , a martyr to duty and to the love of science . But what was going on in the meantime ? Under clouds of ashes , cinders , mud , lava , three ...
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... face in them . Having done this , she made her husband arise , washed him well with warm water , put him on a clean shirt , and afterwards dressed him in his best clothes , and pinned his laced band in front . • CHAPTER IV The Cobbler's ...
... face in them . Having done this , she made her husband arise , washed him well with warm water , put him on a clean shirt , and afterwards dressed him in his best clothes , and pinned his laced band in front . • CHAPTER IV The Cobbler's ...
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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.