Child Classics, Book 5Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 - Readers |
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... asked the circumstances of his deception . He sold the horse , it seems , and walked the fair in search of another . A reverend - looking man brought him to a tent under pretense of having one to sell . " Here , " con- tinued Moses ...
... asked the circumstances of his deception . He sold the horse , it seems , and walked the fair in search of another . A reverend - looking man brought him to a tent under pretense of having one to sell . " Here , " con- tinued Moses ...
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... asked for biscuit , intending such as we had in Boston , but they , it seems , were not made in Philadelphia . I then asked for a threepenny loaf . They made no loaves at that price . Finding myself ignorant of the. MY ARRIVAL IN ...
... asked for biscuit , intending such as we had in Boston , but they , it seems , were not made in Philadelphia . I then asked for a threepenny loaf . They made no loaves at that price . Finding myself ignorant of the. MY ARRIVAL IN ...
Page 60
... asked , what wreck ? " A schooner , from Spain or Portugal , laden with fruit and wine . Make haste , sir , if you want to see her ! It's thought , down on the beach , she'll go to pieces every moment . " The excited voice went ...
... asked , what wreck ? " A schooner , from Spain or Portugal , laden with fruit and wine . Make haste , sir , if you want to see her ! It's thought , down on the beach , she'll go to pieces every moment . " The excited voice went ...
Page 69
... asked the fine gentleman ; and the old man smiled and answered with a good deal of pride for so humble an old man , " I'm going to pay my rent , sir . It's only two miles away , sir , where my landlord lives . I didn't pay him the last ...
... asked the fine gentleman ; and the old man smiled and answered with a good deal of pride for so humble an old man , " I'm going to pay my rent , sir . It's only two miles away , sir , where my landlord lives . I didn't pay him the last ...
Page 70
... asked him about his sheep and how he cared for them , and about his old horse Tib , and how long he had had her . The old man was just telling about what a fine colt she was only twenty - nine years ago , when the road made a sharp turn ...
... asked him about his sheep and how he cared for them , and about his old horse Tib , and how long he had had her . The old man was just telling about what a fine colt she was only twenty - nine years ago , when the road made a sharp turn ...
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Page 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Page 31 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
Page 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Page 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.