Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, كتاب 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... door . Storehouses of good things , rooms where there were fires , books , gossip , and cheering laughter - these were their proper sphere of action . Places of distrust and cruelty and restraint they would have quadruple locked forever ...
... door . Storehouses of good things , rooms where there were fires , books , gossip , and cheering laughter - these were their proper sphere of action . Places of distrust and cruelty and restraint they would have quadruple locked forever ...
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... door ! " He received hundreds of requests for autographs , to every one of which he replied . He once wrote in his diary that more than sixty requests of this kind were at that moment lying on his table . At another time he wrote ...
... door ! " He received hundreds of requests for autographs , to every one of which he replied . He once wrote in his diary that more than sixty requests of this kind were at that moment lying on his table . At another time he wrote ...
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... door . Quickly reaching the wharf , they posted guards to prevent interruption , went on board the three tea ships , and emptied three hundred and forty chests of tea — all that could be found into the waters of the bay . The people ...
... door . Quickly reaching the wharf , they posted guards to prevent interruption , went on board the three tea ships , and emptied three hundred and forty chests of tea — all that could be found into the waters of the bay . The people ...
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... door . Whereupon the King asked him if he could fit on his heel . " Yes , that I can , " said the cobbler ; " so sit thee down , and I will do it straight . " The cobbler laid his awls and old shoes aside , 80 FIFTH READER.
... door . Whereupon the King asked him if he could fit on his heel . " Yes , that I can , " said the cobbler ; " so sit thee down , and I will do it straight . " The cobbler laid his awls and old shoes aside , 80 FIFTH READER.
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... door , calling after him , " Good luck ! " " Good luck ! " till we could see him no longer . As it was almost nightfall , and Moses had not yet returned from the fair , I was wondering what could keep him so long . " Never mind our son ...
... door , calling after him , " Good luck ! " " Good luck ! " till we could see him no longer . As it was almost nightfall , and Moses had not yet returned from the fair , I was wondering what could keep him so long . " Never mind our son ...
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answered Antonio apple tree arrow asked ball barefoot boy Bartle Massey Bassanio began Beryl Bowdoin College brought called CHARLES LAMB cobbler court cried door England eyes fairy father fell fellow fire Ghost goal gold Gratiano ground hand Harry Tudor head heart Heidegger Hiawatha Hubert ivy green Jefferson JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King knew land laugh Locksley Longfellow looked Marley merry MICHAEL DRAYTON morning Nerissa never night old Brooke play players-up poems poet poor Portia President Prince John raft replied returned Rip Van Winkle Robin Hood sail schoolhouse Scrooge Scrooge's shore shot Shylock side silver sing songs soon speak stood story strong tell thee Theseus things THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought took walked Whittier wife WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Winkle word writing yeoman
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الصفحة 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
الصفحة 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
الصفحة 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
الصفحة 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
الصفحة 158 - Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! — For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
الصفحة 265 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
الصفحة 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
الصفحة 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.