Standard Classic Reader. Book Two for Sixth Grade, Band 2Educational publishing Company, 1912 |
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... cried Hans , seizing him by the collar . But he had no sooner touched the old gentleman's collar than away he went after the rolling - pin , spinning round and round till he fell in the corner on top of it . Then 35 Schwartz was very ...
... cried Hans , seizing him by the collar . But he had no sooner touched the old gentleman's collar than away he went after the rolling - pin , spinning round and round till he fell in the corner on top of it . Then 35 Schwartz was very ...
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... cried Schwartz , starting up in his bed . " Only I , " said the little gentleman . The two brothers sat up on their bolsters and stared into the darkness . The room was full of water , and by the misty moonbeam which found its way ...
... cried Schwartz , starting up in his bed . " Only I , " said the little gentleman . The two brothers sat up on their bolsters and stared into the darkness . The room was full of water , and by the misty moonbeam which found its way ...
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... cried poor Gluck , running to look up the chimney 5 after him . " Oh , dear , dear , dear me ! My mug ! my mug ! my mug ! " CHAPTER III The King of the Golden River had hardly made the ex- traordinary exit related in the last chapter ...
... cried poor Gluck , running to look up the chimney 5 after him . " Oh , dear , dear , dear me ! My mug ! my mug ! my mug ! " CHAPTER III The King of the Golden River had hardly made the ex- traordinary exit related in the last chapter ...
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... cried feebly , " Water ! I am dying ! " " I have none , " replied Hans ; " thou hast had thy share 25 of life . " He strode over the prostrate body and darted on . And a flash of blue lightning rose out of the east shaped like a sword ...
... cried feebly , " Water ! I am dying ! " " I have none , " replied Hans ; " thou hast had thy share 25 of life . " He strode over the prostrate body and darted on . And a flash of blue lightning rose out of the east shaped like a sword ...
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... cried all night . When he got up in the morning there was no bread in the house nor any 15 money ; so Gluck went and hired himself to another gold- smith , and he worked so hard , and so neatly , and so long every day that he soon got ...
... cried all night . When he got up in the morning there was no bread in the house nor any 15 money ; so Gluck went and hired himself to another gold- smith , and he worked so hard , and so neatly , and so long every day that he soon got ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abimelech Achish Ægeus arrows Baucis beautiful beaver beneath birds brave brothers Chibiabos Christmas Cratchit cried Dacotahs darkness David dear doorway Eurylochus eyes father feast fell forest gentleman Ghost Gitche Gluck gods Golden River Goose Goose Green Green guests hand heard heart heaven Hiawatha Iagoo Indian Jackanapes Joan John Alden Jonathan Kenabeek kill King Kwasind land Laughing Water lodge Lollo looked maiden Manito meadow merry Miles Standish Minnehaha Miss Jessamine Mondamin morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma Nephew never o'er old Nokomis Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis Peleus Philemon Philistines Priscilla rock rose round rushes sailing Sang Saul Schwartz Scrooge shadows shining shook shore singing song Song of Hiawatha spake Spirit Star stood sunshine sword tell thee Theseus thou Tiny Tim Tony tree Ulysses valley village voice wampum wigwam wind wonder young youth Zeus ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 245 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Seite 252 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Seite 250 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Seite 251 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Seite 252 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ourS) So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Seite 247 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade ? O the wild charge they made ! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made ! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred ! ALFRED TENNYSON.
Seite 259 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 251 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Seite 73 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Seite 254 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.