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Don ' t ask Central to give you Fire Headquarters . Don ' t telephone , even if you
know the number , for there are delays in the telephone service . Besides , if you
get Headquarters , they have to send your message So go yourself to the ...
Don ' t ask Central to give you Fire Headquarters . Don ' t telephone , even if you
know the number , for there are delays in the telephone service . Besides , if you
get Headquarters , they have to send your message So go yourself to the ...
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... it was on this Common that Nathan Hale was executed as a spy . That statue
just east of the City Hall is to his memory . On its base you may see inscribed his
last words : MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT I HAVE BUT ONE LIFE TO GIVE FOR
MY ...
... it was on this Common that Nathan Hale was executed as a spy . That statue
just east of the City Hall is to his memory . On its base you may see inscribed his
last words : MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT I HAVE BUT ONE LIFE TO GIVE FOR
MY ...
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It is much used in country places as well , because of its cheapness and the ease
with which it can be manufactured . ” “ Is it as bright as moonlight ? ” asked May . “
It ' s a different kind of light , May . The moon gives a soft and mellow light .
It is much used in country places as well , because of its cheapness and the ease
with which it can be manufactured . ” “ Is it as bright as moonlight ? ” asked May . “
It ' s a different kind of light , May . The moon gives a soft and mellow light .
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Then we gather as we travel Bits of moss and dirty gravel , And we chip off little
specimens of stone ; And we carry home as prizes Funny bugs of handy sizes ,
Just to give the day a scientific tone . If the roads are wet and muddy We remain
at ...
Then we gather as we travel Bits of moss and dirty gravel , And we chip off little
specimens of stone ; And we carry home as prizes Funny bugs of handy sizes ,
Just to give the day a scientific tone . If the roads are wet and muddy We remain
at ...
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It ' s a pity that the Government cannot , or does not , give these men a better
wage . They surely are deserving of it , ” said the Doctor . “ But let me tell you one
of Joe Lincoln ' s stories as we go along . Then you will know more about the way
a ...
It ' s a pity that the Government cannot , or does not , give these men a better
wage . They surely are deserving of it , ” said the Doctor . “ But let me tell you one
of Joe Lincoln ' s stories as we go along . Then you will know more about the way
a ...
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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.
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| Title | Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1 Days with Uncle Jack, John Walter Davis The Davis-Julien series of readers |
| Author | John Walter Davis |
| Publisher | D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 |
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