Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 - Readers (Elementary) |
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... turned north on William . I was keeping close to Mamie's nose all along the first stretch , but I knew what a mean street Wil- liam is . The cross streets are so narrow and close together that any minute a truck might roll out in front ...
... turned north on William . I was keeping close to Mamie's nose all along the first stretch , but I knew what a mean street Wil- liam is . The cross streets are so narrow and close together that any minute a truck might roll out in front ...
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... 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 , so Mamie couldn't find fault with his work . Number ...
... 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 , so Mamie couldn't find fault with his work . Number ...
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... turned a half somersault to look for the trouble and , great Cerberus , if there wasn't a baby no bigger than my- self toddling out in the street ! The baby was about five feet from the curb and just getting under way to cross the ...
... turned a half somersault to look for the trouble and , great Cerberus , if there wasn't a baby no bigger than my- self toddling out in the street ! The baby was about five feet from the curb and just getting under way to cross the ...
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... turned and tightened his saddle - girth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry - tower of the Old North Church , As it rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral and somber and still . And lo ! as he looks ...
... turned and tightened his saddle - girth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry - tower of the Old North Church , As it rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral and somber and still . And lo ! as he looks ...
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... turning out their toes . * A telephone call came for the Doctor just as he had finished . So with hasty good - nights they returned to the Hotel , the Doctor having promised to see them next day . TO THE PUPIL : 1. a . Pro means for ...
... turning out their toes . * A telephone call came for the Doctor just as he had finished . So with hasty good - nights they returned to the Hotel , the Doctor having promised to see them next day . TO THE PUPIL : 1. a . Pro means for ...
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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.