Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, Книга 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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... Longfellow , Whittier , and Hawthorne are used by permission of the publishers of the works of these authors , Houghton , Mifflin & Company , and by special arrangement with them . CONTENTS THE STORY OF THE WILLOW PATTERN POMPEIICharles ...
... Longfellow , Whittier , and Hawthorne are used by permission of the publishers of the works of these authors , Houghton , Mifflin & Company , and by special arrangement with them . CONTENTS THE STORY OF THE WILLOW PATTERN POMPEIICharles ...
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... Longfellow . Henry W. Longfellow . • 47 51 53 58 66 · 71 · Henry W. Longfellow . • 72 · Henry W. Longfellow . • 74 THE BOSTON TEA PARTY . HARK , HARK , THE LARK . A MERRY TALE OF THE KING AND THE COBBLER OVER HILL , OVER DALE • George ...
... Longfellow . Henry W. Longfellow . • 47 51 53 58 66 · 71 · Henry W. Longfellow . • 72 · Henry W. Longfellow . • 74 THE BOSTON TEA PARTY . HARK , HARK , THE LARK . A MERRY TALE OF THE KING AND THE COBBLER OVER HILL , OVER DALE • George ...
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... LONGFELLOW , HENRY WADSWORTH MANN , HORACE . MANUEL , JUAN . POPE , ALEXANDER READ , THOMAS BUCHANAN RILEY , JAMES WHITCOMB . RUSKIN , JOHN SCOTT , SIR WALTER SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM 66 , 71 , 72 , 73 , 74 40 113 46 345 17 , 51 • 258 170 ...
... LONGFELLOW , HENRY WADSWORTH MANN , HORACE . MANUEL , JUAN . POPE , ALEXANDER READ , THOMAS BUCHANAN RILEY , JAMES WHITCOMB . RUSKIN , JOHN SCOTT , SIR WALTER SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM 66 , 71 , 72 , 73 , 74 40 113 46 345 17 , 51 • 258 170 ...
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... . He was a poet , and a lover of music and of nature . His " Boys ' King Arthur " and " Boys ' Froissart " are excellent reading . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was BOB 57.
... . He was a poet , and a lover of music and of nature . His " Boys ' King Arthur " and " Boys ' Froissart " are excellent reading . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was BOB 57.
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Primer [-sixth] Reader D.C. Heath and Company. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was born in Portland , Maine , February 27 , 1807. When he was only three years old he was sent to a private ...
Primer [-sixth] Reader D.C. Heath and Company. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW was born in Portland , Maine , February 27 , 1807. When he was only three years old he was sent to a private ...
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Сторінка 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Сторінка 79 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Сторінка 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Сторінка 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
Сторінка 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Сторінка 157 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Сторінка 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
Сторінка 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.