Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 - Readers (Elementary) |
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... and the exits are for any reason closed off , crawl along the floor , where the air is purest , keeping - if yo 1 can get it -a wet cloth to your face . But by all means get to the window , where you will be seen 8 FIGHTING A FIRE.
... and the exits are for any reason closed off , crawl along the floor , where the air is purest , keeping - if yo 1 can get it -a wet cloth to your face . But by all means get to the window , where you will be seen 8 FIGHTING A FIRE.
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... . It screamed and fell back on the curb . Number Sixty - four had plenty of room , and I saw Jim settle back slowly in his seat and lean over Mamie's back again with a grin on his face . " Oh , I am so glad the baby was 31.
... . It screamed and fell back on the curb . Number Sixty - four had plenty of room , and I saw Jim settle back slowly in his seat and lean over Mamie's back again with a grin on his face . " Oh , I am so glad the baby was 31.
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... face , and a gray dawn breaking . I must go down to the seas again , for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied ; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying , And the flung ...
... face , and a gray dawn breaking . I must go down to the seas again , for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied ; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying , And the flung ...
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... face , sand blowin ' like that is ; makes you think you're fightin ' a nest of yaller - jackets . ” With the telescope in the cupola they could see for miles up and down the beach and out to sea . An ocean tug bound toward Boston was ...
... face , sand blowin ' like that is ; makes you think you're fightin ' a nest of yaller - jackets . ” With the telescope in the cupola they could see for miles up and down the beach and out to sea . An ocean tug bound toward Boston was ...
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... face to face , When I have crost the bar . The inscriptions on the monument bear mute testimony to the. THE TWIN LIGHTS AND MONUMENT AT CHATHAM WONDERED HOW HIS COMPANION MANAGED TO AND STEER. 91.
... face to face , When I have crost the bar . The inscriptions on the monument bear mute testimony to the. THE TWIN LIGHTS AND MONUMENT AT CHATHAM WONDERED HOW HIS COMPANION MANAGED TO AND STEER. 91.
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Page 142 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 174 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Page 416 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 19 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 65 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 205 - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 20 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 187 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - 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.