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... line back in his pocket , and was look- ing at the hooks one by one , before he spoke again . " And the fellows fought me , because I wouldn't give in about the toffee . " 13 " Oh , dear ! I wish they wouldn't 12 THE FIFTH READER.
... line back in his pocket , and was look- ing at the hooks one by one , before he spoke again . " And the fellows fought me , because I wouldn't give in about the toffee . " 13 " Oh , dear ! I wish they wouldn't 12 THE FIFTH READER.
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... give for your rabbits ? " " Two half - crowns and a sixpence , " said Tom promptly . " I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse up - stairs . I'll ask mother to give it to you . " " What for ? " said Tom . " I don ...
... give for your rabbits ? " " Two half - crowns and a sixpence , " said Tom promptly . " I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse up - stairs . I'll ask mother to give it to you . " " What for ? " said Tom . " I don ...
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... give you , if you forgot anything - I wouldn't mind what you did I'd forgive you and love you . " " Yes , you're a silly - but I never do forget things- I don't . " " Oh , please forgive me , Tom ; my heart will break , " said Maggie ...
... give you , if you forgot anything - I wouldn't mind what you did I'd forgive you and love you . " " Yes , you're a silly - but I never do forget things- I don't . " " Oh , please forgive me , Tom ; my heart will break , " said Maggie ...
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... awkward to have the Dolphin give us the slip , and return to port minus her passengers . " " " That it would , " answered Binny , scrambling down the rocks . Binny Wallace had been absent five or six minutes , 36 THE FIFTH READER.
... awkward to have the Dolphin give us the slip , and return to port minus her passengers . " " " That it would , " answered Binny , scrambling down the rocks . Binny Wallace had been absent five or six minutes , 36 THE FIFTH READER.
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... Give a boy address and accomplishments and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes wherever he goes . From the essay , " Behavior . " Abridged . For manners are not idle , but the fruit Of loyal nature and of noble mind ...
... Give a boy address and accomplishments and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes wherever he goes . From the essay , " Behavior . " Abridged . For manners are not idle , but the fruit Of loyal nature and of noble mind ...
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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.