Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, Book 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... writers of books for children , their skill as teachers of reading , or their experience in directing those who teach . All of these have worked together upon a well - formed plan that insures unity and definiteness , as well as breadth ...
... writers of books for children , their skill as teachers of reading , or their experience in directing those who teach . All of these have worked together upon a well - formed plan that insures unity and definiteness , as well as breadth ...
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... writer . He believed with all his might in honesty , truth , and courage , and in his writings tried to make others believe as he did . He wrote poems , essays , lives of great men , and history . One of his best books for young people ...
... writer . He believed with all his might in honesty , truth , and courage , and in his writings tried to make others believe as he did . He wrote poems , essays , lives of great men , and history . One of his best books for young people ...
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... writers in all Spanish literature . SLOTH makes all things difficult , but industry all easy ; and he who rises late must trot all day , and shall scarce overtake his business at night , while laziness travels so slowly that poverty ...
... writers in all Spanish literature . SLOTH makes all things difficult , but industry all easy ; and he who rises late must trot all day , and shall scarce overtake his business at night , while laziness travels so slowly that poverty ...
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... writing would look very much like a time - table of a great railroad . He would have to say : ( 6 Bridget will be kind enough to get me my break- fast at the following hours : 5 , 5.30 , 5.40 , 6 , 6.15 , 6.30 , 6.45 , 7 , 7.20 , 7.40 ...
... writing would look very much like a time - table of a great railroad . He would have to say : ( 6 Bridget will be kind enough to get me my break- fast at the following hours : 5 , 5.30 , 5.40 , 6 , 6.15 , 6.30 , 6.45 , 7 , 7.20 , 7.40 ...
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... writer . The young man was firm in his desire to be a man of letters . He was also very anxious to become familiar with foreign languages , and was envious when he read of an English writer who " knew eight languages well ; eight more ...
... writer . The young man was firm in his desire to be a man of letters . He was also very anxious to become familiar with foreign languages , and was envious when he read of an English writer who " knew eight languages well ; eight more ...
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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.