Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 - Readers (Elementary) |
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... FIRE FIRE PREVENTION • HISTORIC NEW YORK POEM : THE AMERICAN FLAG SMOKE : THE STORY OF A FIRE DOG SONG : OLD DOG TRAY BUOYS AND LIGHTHOUSES POEM : HOW BEAUTIFUL IS NIGHT Robert Southey HOW TO TELL TIME ON SHIPBOARD POEM : LONGING FOR ...
... FIRE FIRE PREVENTION • HISTORIC NEW YORK POEM : THE AMERICAN FLAG SMOKE : THE STORY OF A FIRE DOG SONG : OLD DOG TRAY BUOYS AND LIGHTHOUSES POEM : HOW BEAUTIFUL IS NIGHT Robert Southey HOW TO TELL TIME ON SHIPBOARD POEM : LONGING FOR ...
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... fire ! " So they followed the crowd as quickly as they could , and in a few minutes they could see smoke and flames coming from some tall tenements . Getting as close to the fire as they could ( which was not very close , for the police ...
... fire ! " So they followed the crowd as quickly as they could , and in a few minutes they could see smoke and flames coming from some tall tenements . Getting as close to the fire as they could ( which was not very close , for the police ...
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John Walter Davis. GA - HARKER A THRILLING FIRE RESCUE Our group walked slowly along , the children . talking. 3.
John Walter Davis. GA - HARKER A THRILLING FIRE RESCUE Our group walked slowly along , the children . talking. 3.
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... fire- men , until May said suddenly : " Father , let's make haste , I'm so hungry . " " Well , my dear , " replied ... fire we saw this morning ! That is certainly quick work . " " What does the paper say about it , Uncle Jack ? " asked ...
... fire- men , until May said suddenly : " Father , let's make haste , I'm so hungry . " " Well , my dear , " replied ... fire we saw this morning ! That is certainly quick work . " " What does the paper say about it , Uncle Jack ? " asked ...
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John Walter Davis. " Why will people cumber the fire escapes ? They must know that it is very dangerous , " said Mother . " It's the old story , " replied Father . " They are careless or thoughtless , and quite forgetful of the old adage ...
John Walter Davis. " Why will people cumber the fire escapes ? They must know that it is very dangerous , " said Mother . " It's the old story , " replied Father . " They are careless or thoughtless , and quite forgetful of the old adage ...
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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.