McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader

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Gordon Press, 1879 - Juvenile Nonfiction - 256 pages

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Contents

I
9
II
39
III
43
IV
44
V
49
VI
50
VII
52
VIII
54
LX
185
LXI
189
LXII
193
LXIII
195
LXV
196
LXVI
200
LXVII
204
LXVIII
207

IX
59
X
60
XI
62
XII
63
XIII
67
XIV
69
XV
71
XVI
72
XVII
74
XVIII
77
XIX
78
XX
81
XXI
82
XXII
85
XXIII
87
XXIV
88
XXV
91
XXVI
92
XXVII
95
XXVIII
96
XXIX
101
XXX
103
XXXI
108
XXXII
110
XXXIII
113
XXXIV
114
XXXV
117
XXXVI
119
XXXVII
121
XXXVIII
123
XXXIX
128
XL
132
XLI
135
XLII
138
XLIII
143
XLIV
146
XLV
148
XLVI
151
XLVII
154
XLVIII
156
XLIX
159
L
161
LI
163
LII
167
LIII
170
LIV
171
LV
172
LVI
176
LVII
177
LVIII
180
LIX
183
LXIX
216
LXX
221
LXXI
228
LXXII
230
LXXIII
232
LXXIV
234
LXXV
239
LXXVI
241
LXXVII
245
LXXVIII
246
LXXIX
247
LXXX
252
LXXXI
253
LXXXII
258
LXXXIII
259
LXXXIV
262
LXXXV
263
LXXXVI
266
LXXXVII
269
LXXXVIII
271
LXXXIX
273
XC
276
XCI
277
XCII
278
XCIII
282
XCIV
284
XCV
286
XCVI
288
XCVII
290
XCVIII
292
XCIX
295
C
296
CI
301
CII
302
CIII
308
CIV
309
CV
312
CVI
315
CVII
319
CVIII
321
CIX
326
CX
328
CXI
333
CXII
338
CXIII
342
CXIV
343
CXV
348
CXVI
349
CXVII
350
CXVIII
351
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Page 295 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
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Page 118 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.

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