The Children's First-fourth Reader, Volumen 3W.W. Shannon, Superintendent State Printing, 1905 |
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Términos y frases comunes
ABBY MORTON DIAZ Andy Moore asked beautiful birds blossoms blue Blunder bobolinks Bose bright brook called Cambridgeport camel child çine climb cried Daisy dandelions dear donkey Elmwood elves eyes fairy spring Fanny father flew flowers frog green grew happy HARRIET BEECHER STOWE heard Holmes horse Indians James Russell Lowell Kitty knew laughed leaves little boy little Strawberry-blossom lived looked loved Lowell Lulu mamma morning mother nests never night North Wind Ocean Pearl Oliver Oliver Wendell Holmes once pine play poems Polly poor pretty rocks sandpiper seemed sing snow soon squirrels stood story sunbeam sunshine sweet Tabby tell things thought Tiny told took trees U. C. BERKELEY watched Westfield River whispered winter Wishing-Gate wood
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Página 124 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 45 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 124 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang, To the anthem of the free...
Página 141 - T make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That could n't be split nor bent nor broke, — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's...
Página 143 - The parson was working his Sunday's text — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill. — First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill — And the parson was sitting upon a rock, At half-past nine by the meet'n'-house clock — Just the hour of the Earthquake shock!
Página 47 - Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Página 141 - Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he
Página 243 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, One little sandpiper and I.
Página 252 - Tiny was left alone she went into the corner behind the door, and sat down on the floor. She sat there a long time, with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. It was the first time she had ever told a falsehood; and such a strange little pain had come into her heart that she thought at first she was sick, and was quite frightened ; but after a few minutes she began to understand that it was because she had done wrong. Then she thought about God all at once, and was afraid he would not...
Página 140 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!