Story Hour Readings, Book 6American Book, 1921 |
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... poor . The ingenious native , however , employs another means Io of saving the fruit of his groves . He climbs the palm trunk in the daytime , and forty feet above the ground encircles it with dirt and leaves . On his mat for the ...
... poor . The ingenious native , however , employs another means Io of saving the fruit of his groves . He climbs the palm trunk in the daytime , and forty feet above the ground encircles it with dirt and leaves . On his mat for the ...
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... poor wretch in a summer hotel , a game of hearts or cribbage to be played , or a hunting trip to be planned 15 for the return of fair weather . The tent is perfectly dry . A little trench dug around it carries off the surplus water ...
... poor wretch in a summer hotel , a game of hearts or cribbage to be played , or a hunting trip to be planned 15 for the return of fair weather . The tent is perfectly dry . A little trench dug around it carries off the surplus water ...
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... poor man's son who was born in the province of Maine , where he used to tend sheep upon the hills in his boyhood and youth . Until he had grown to be a man , he did not even know how to read and write . Tired of tending sheep , he next ...
... poor man's son who was born in the province of Maine , where he used to tend sheep upon the hills in his boyhood and youth . Until he had grown to be a man , he did not even know how to read and write . Tired of tending sheep , he next ...
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... poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And ...
... poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin , he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And ...
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... sky . At last his strength to faintness worn , Poor Reynard ceases flight ; Then hungry , homeward we return , To feast away the night . -Don Quixote in England . 10 S 20 ND THE WORLD OF WORK The world is a big workshop Henry Fielding.
... sky . At last his strength to faintness worn , Poor Reynard ceases flight ; Then hungry , homeward we return , To feast away the night . -Don Quixote in England . 10 S 20 ND THE WORLD OF WORK The world is a big workshop Henry Fielding.
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Page 375 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 100 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar. And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be?
Page 92 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Page 383 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Page 102 - She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! Ho! the breakers roared!
Page 261 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Page 175 - Sail on! sail on! and on!'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say...
Page 105 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Page 96 - Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial; The charcoal...
Page 387 - God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...