Standard Classic Reader. Book Two for Sixth Grade, Band 2Educational publishing Company, 1912 |
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... speak , but he couldn't help thinking again that it would be very convenient if the river were really all gold . " Not at all , my boy , " said the voice , louder than before . " Bless me ! " said Gluck again , " what is that ? " He 30 ...
... speak , but he couldn't help thinking again that it would be very convenient if the river were really all gold . " Not at all , my boy , " said the voice , louder than before . " Bless me ! " said Gluck again , " what is that ? " He 30 ...
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... Speaking in a manner so as to express one thing while meaning another ; making fun of . 16 : 22 Admonition . Advice ; caution . 17 : 4 Momentous . Very important . 17 : 7 Effectually . So as to secure the end desired ; thoroughly . 17 ...
... Speaking in a manner so as to express one thing while meaning another ; making fun of . 16 : 22 Admonition . Advice ; caution . 17 : 4 Momentous . Very important . 17 : 7 Effectually . So as to secure the end desired ; thoroughly . 17 ...
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... speak of such saleable matters as opium , fire - arms and " black ivory " ) disturbances were 10 apt to arise in India , Africa , and other outlandish parts , where the fathers of our domestic race were making fortunes for their ...
... speak of such saleable matters as opium , fire - arms and " black ivory " ) disturbances were 10 apt to arise in India , Africa , and other outlandish parts , where the fathers of our domestic race were making fortunes for their ...
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... Lollo - faithful Lollo - Lollo the never vanquished Lollo the tender servant of his old mistress . 35 And Lollo's ears twitch at every mention of his name . Their hearer does not speak , but he never moves 68 STANDARD CLASSIC READER.
... Lollo - faithful Lollo - Lollo the never vanquished Lollo the tender servant of his old mistress . 35 And Lollo's ears twitch at every mention of his name . Their hearer does not speak , but he never moves 68 STANDARD CLASSIC READER.
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Their hearer does not speak , but he never moves his eyes from the trumpet ; and when the tale is told , he lifts Miss Jessamine's hand and presses his heavy black mustache in silence to her trembling fingers . 5 The sun , setting ...
Their hearer does not speak , but he never moves his eyes from the trumpet ; and when the tale is told , he lifts Miss Jessamine's hand and presses his heavy black mustache in silence to her trembling fingers . 5 The sun , setting ...
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
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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.