The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], كتاب 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... children live in the country , and that all children are interested in coun- try life , has been kept in mind . Many selections bearing on the various forms of rural life have been included . These it is hoped will help to foster a love ...
... children live in the country , and that all children are interested in coun- try life , has been kept in mind . Many selections bearing on the various forms of rural life have been included . These it is hoped will help to foster a love ...
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... CHILD . THE MAN FOR THE HOUR . James Barnes CHARACTER OF STONEWALL JACKSON . TALUS , OR THE IRON MAN . 234 241 244 246 George Sand 251 256 G. F. R. Henderson 268 Edmund Spenser 272 To AUTUMN . John Keats THE FIGHT WITH THE AUROCHS 6 ...
... CHILD . THE MAN FOR THE HOUR . James Barnes CHARACTER OF STONEWALL JACKSON . TALUS , OR THE IRON MAN . 234 241 244 246 George Sand 251 256 G. F. R. Henderson 268 Edmund Spenser 272 To AUTUMN . John Keats THE FIGHT WITH THE AUROCHS 6 ...
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... children . Red Rock , a story of reconstruction days , is Page's 15 most elaborate work . Jacquelin Gray - the one who figures in these pages was born while his father was in Mexico , - 1 From Red Rock . Copyright , 1898. Charles ...
... children . Red Rock , a story of reconstruction days , is Page's 15 most elaborate work . Jacquelin Gray - the one who figures in these pages was born while his father was in Mexico , - 1 From Red Rock . Copyright , 1898. Charles ...
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... was . He threw away the plasters , the cod - liver oil , and the 25 essence of distilled cuttlefish , and said it was a wonder that the child had lived through it all . " Will you please bring me two tumblerfuls of water 38 THE HILL ...
... was . He threw away the plasters , the cod - liver oil , and the 25 essence of distilled cuttlefish , and said it was a wonder that the child had lived through it all . " Will you please bring me two tumblerfuls of water 38 THE HILL ...
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... child gives out . " 66 " Tell me , doctor , " asked the mother , " shall she continue the food suggested by Dr. Porpoise ? ' " What food did he recommend ? " inquired Dr. Sculpin . " Sea foam on toast , " answered the mother . Dr ...
... child gives out . " 66 " Tell me , doctor , " asked the mother , " shall she continue the food suggested by Dr. Porpoise ? ' " What food did he recommend ? " inquired Dr. Sculpin . " Sea foam on toast , " answered the mother . Dr ...
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الصفحة 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
الصفحة 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
الصفحة 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
الصفحة 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
الصفحة 320 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
الصفحة 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
الصفحة 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
الصفحة 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
الصفحة 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...