Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 - Readers (Elementary) |
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... girl in his arms ! " Sure enough , it was so ! And as the smoke blew to one side so that all the crowd saw them , a great cheer went up that drowned the crackle of the flames and the puffing of the engines . And when the fireman reached ...
... girl in his arms ! " Sure enough , it was so ! And as the smoke blew to one side so that all the crowd saw them , a great cheer went up that drowned the crackle of the flames and the puffing of the engines . And when the fireman reached ...
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... girls together . " Over there , over there ! " replied Ben excitedly , shaking his right forefinger energetically towards the shore . " Oh , yes , I see , " said Belle , handing the glasses to May . " Does every engine own a dog , Uncle ...
... girls together . " Over there , over there ! " replied Ben excitedly , shaking his right forefinger energetically towards the shore . " Oh , yes , I see , " said Belle , handing the glasses to May . " Does every engine own a dog , Uncle ...
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... girl Ellen came in with his dinner about twelve o'clock . As soon as Jim took the pail from her hands and kissed her , she ran over to me and began to say nice things , so I kissed her on her nose . " Let him alone ! " Jim yelled to ...
... girl Ellen came in with his dinner about twelve o'clock . As soon as Jim took the pail from her hands and kissed her , she ran over to me and began to say nice things , so I kissed her on her nose . " Let him alone ! " Jim yelled to ...
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... the worse it is . Jim's Ellen was safe in the corner , and stood there without fidgeting . There isn't There isn't any fireman's little girl afraid of the noise and rush when we make the start . Jim was up in the driver's seat 27.
... the worse it is . Jim's Ellen was safe in the corner , and stood there without fidgeting . There isn't There isn't any fireman's little girl afraid of the noise and rush when we make the start . Jim was up in the driver's seat 27.
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... girl spread out a little . Prince was slow , and she turned her pink nose around as she pulled away , and nipped him on the jaw . The old man came to life and began to work harder . Togo never thinks of anything but getting to a fire ...
... girl spread out a little . Prince was slow , and she turned her pink nose around as she pulled away , and nipped him on the jaw . The old man came to life and began to work harder . Togo never thinks of anything but getting to a fire ...
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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.