The Boys' and Girls' Readers: Fourth-[sixth] reader

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Houghton Mifflin, 1919
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الصفحة 260 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
الصفحة 269 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead ; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long-since gone by, The ancient time-piece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never — forever!
الصفحة 257 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
الصفحة 263 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
الصفحة 42 - Under their tassels ; cattle near, Biting shorter the short green grass ; And a hedge of sumach and sassafras, With bluebirds twittering all around, (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound !) These, and the house where I was born, Low and little and black and old, With children, many as it can hold...
الصفحة 44 - Out in the fields one summer night We were together, half afraid Of the corn-leaves' rustling, and of the shade Of the high hills, stretching so still and far, — Loitering till after the low little light Of the candle shone through the open door, And over the hay-stack's pointed top, All of a tremble and ready to drop, The first...
الصفحة 194 - The Lord that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine.
الصفحة 43 - Looked down upon, you must paint for me ; Oh, if I only could make you see The clear blue eyes, the tender smile, The sovereign sweetness, the gentle grace, The woman's soul, and the angel's face, That are beaming on me all the while, I need not speak these foolish words : Yet one word tells you all I would say, — She is my mother : you will agree That all the rest may be thrown away.
الصفحة 194 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
الصفحة 77 - The new milch heifer is quick and shy, But the old cow waits with tranquil eye, And the white stream into the bright pail flows, When to her task the milkmaid goes, Soothingly calling, "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!

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