The Sprague Classic Readers: Book 1-5, Book 5, Part 1New York, 1904 |
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... mind to go on now to the city , and again he followed his wagon . The day was sunny , but so very cold that he made only the briefest pauses to exchange greetings with the dogs he met or passed on the road , until he came to the great ...
... mind to go on now to the city , and again he followed his wagon . The day was sunny , but so very cold that he made only the briefest pauses to exchange greetings with the dogs he met or passed on the road , until he came to the great ...
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... mind when he wrote the poem on pleasant sounds he loved . Then the strange persistence of it , its lessening strength , disturbed her . She grew anxious , and finally sent the porter to see what it could mean . His report brought her to ...
... mind when he wrote the poem on pleasant sounds he loved . Then the strange persistence of it , its lessening strength , disturbed her . She grew anxious , and finally sent the porter to see what it could mean . His report brought her to ...
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... mind it very much , and did not look back . And so it was that the beautiful thing that was happening on the bank , under her very eyes almost , never came to Quackalina's knowledge at all . At the sound of the carving - knife voice ...
... mind it very much , and did not look back . And so it was that the beautiful thing that was happening on the bank , under her very eyes almost , never came to Quackalina's knowledge at all . At the sound of the carving - knife voice ...
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... mind . Ever afterward , when I saw one of these boys in the distance , I used to snatch up my Prin and hide him under my pinafore . I think he himself almost understood the reason why , for he would cuddle up to me and lie quite still ...
... mind . Ever afterward , when I saw one of these boys in the distance , I used to snatch up my Prin and hide him under my pinafore . I think he himself almost understood the reason why , for he would cuddle up to me and lie quite still ...
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... mind — Prin must go . " Poor father ! he must have been very much vexed about something - something which I could not in the least understand - or he would not have spoken so sharply . And he turned away , not having the slightest idea ...
... mind — Prin must go . " Poor father ! he must have been very much vexed about something - something which I could not in the least understand - or he would not have spoken so sharply . And he turned away , not having the slightest idea ...
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Page 236 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 18 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 143 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 217 - Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Page 5 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 161 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 161 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 143 - Sail on! Sail on! Sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l; speak and say — " He said: "Sail on! Sail on! and on!
Page 235 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Page 161 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.