Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 - Readers (Elementary) |
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... started , taking a car to the lower part of the city . TO THE PUPIL : 1. Responsible person is one who can be trusted ; avenue of escape means a way out ; extinguished , put out ; critical moment , important time ; receptacle , any ...
... started , taking a car to the lower part of the city . TO THE PUPIL : 1. Responsible person is one who can be trusted ; avenue of escape means a way out ; extinguished , put out ; critical moment , important time ; receptacle , any ...
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... started a fight . More soldiers came up to help . The Mayor called upon the soldiers to disperse . They re- treated , followed by the citizens . When they reached what is now the corner of John and Wil- liam Streets the soldiers were ...
... started a fight . More soldiers came up to help . The Mayor called upon the soldiers to disperse . They re- treated , followed by the citizens . When they reached what is now the corner of John and Wil- liam Streets the soldiers were ...
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... started the Fulton Street peddlers running for cover . I nipped one of the slow ones on the heel , and he yelled . All the truck - drivers heard me and pulled in to the curbs ; and that part of my job was done , and done well . All my ...
... started the Fulton Street peddlers running for cover . I nipped one of the slow ones on the heel , and he yelled . All the truck - drivers heard me and pulled in to the curbs ; and that part of my job was done , and done well . All my ...
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... started , reaching Concord in due time . Here they went first to the battle ground . They found seats from which the bridge could be seen , and Uncle Jack recited for the children Emerson's poem : THE CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge ...
... started , reaching Concord in due time . Here they went first to the battle ground . They found seats from which the bridge could be seen , and Uncle Jack recited for the children Emerson's poem : THE CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge ...
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... started when they arrived , and were made welcome by the genial host , Mr. Lemon , who told them that they might go anywhere they pleased about the house ; so they went " Round about , And in and out , " looking at the quaint and ...
... started when they arrived , and were made welcome by the genial host , Mr. Lemon , who told them that they might go anywhere they pleased about the house ; so they went " Round about , And in and out , " looking at the quaint and ...
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Adam's bridge adjectives Army asked Belle beach beautiful birds boat Bobby Boston BOSTON TEA PARTY British buoy called Cape Cod Captain Davis Captain Eri cents Chatham cloth COLUMBUS crew cried deck Doctor door dory exclaimed Exercise Father finished fire flag Franz Hals girls hand hear heard Hog's Back Johnny English land life-saving station light look Luther Davis means miles minutes morning Mother Navy never night oars Old North Church Perez play poem poison poison ivy Provincetown Harbor PUPIL Ralph replied Uncle Jack sailed SAILOR sand schooner ship shore side snow song Sons of Liberty story street Sudbury TEACHER tell thee things thou tide tion to-day to-morrow told town tree Uncle Jack's reply walked waves William Elliot Griffis Wolgast word yard
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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.