The Jones Readers by Grades: Book one-[eight], Book 5Ginn, 1904 |
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... cold and the bank was slippery , so that he was exhausted and disgusted before he finally found 10 the old stake and the footpath . He crawled cautiously along until he reached the wigwam , where he sat with chattering teeth and aching ...
... cold and the bank was slippery , so that he was exhausted and disgusted before he finally found 10 the old stake and the footpath . He crawled cautiously along until he reached the wigwam , where he sat with chattering teeth and aching ...
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... cold water ? ” " O blessed water ! " exclaimed Midas . " It will never moisten my parched throat again ! " " The Golden Touch , " asked the stranger , " or your own little Marygold , warm , soft , and loving as she was 25 an hour ago ...
... cold water ? ” " O blessed water ! " exclaimed Midas . " It will never moisten my parched throat again ! " " The Golden Touch , " asked the stranger , " or your own little Marygold , warm , soft , and loving as she was 25 an hour ago ...
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... cold and the dark . " And they went weeping to their 20 homes , believing that joy could never come to them again . And all the gods and heroes came , wailing for the dead . Nature sorrowed with them . The trees bent their heads and the ...
... cold and the dark . " And they went weeping to their 20 homes , believing that joy could never come to them again . And all the gods and heroes came , wailing for the dead . Nature sorrowed with them . The trees bent their heads and the ...
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... cold . Odin sat in his great hall , thoughtful and troubled . " We must bring Baldur back , " he cried . " He shall stay in the underworld no longer . Yet how can we per- suade Queen Hela to give him up ? " " There may be a way , " said ...
... cold . Odin sat in his great hall , thoughtful and troubled . " We must bring Baldur back , " he cried . " He shall stay in the underworld no longer . Yet how can we per- suade Queen Hela to give him up ? " " There may be a way , " said ...
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... cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? Oh no ! from that blue tent above A hero's armor gleams . And earnest thoughts within me ...
... cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars . Is it the tender star of love ? The star of love and dreams ? Oh no ! from that blue tent above A hero's armor gleams . And earnest thoughts within me ...
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Abridged American Antæus asked August Baldur beautiful birds blue bright brook called Canute CELIA THAXTER child cold creature cried dark dear earth EMILE SOUVESTRE English Ernest eyes fairy famous father feet flowers friends gentle GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS Giant gold Golden Touch gray green grew Habersham hand happy head heard heart Hermod hills of Habersham Hirschvogel J. G. HOLLAND JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY King Midas lived looked Manstin mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night Nolan O'Connell Pasha Patrasche play poet poor Pygmies river rose round seemed singing sleep Sleipnir smile snow song spring stars Stone Face stood story stove sunshine sweet tell thee things Thou thought took tree turned valleys of Hall voice wild WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY wind winter wood word writer young ZITKALA-SA
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Page 263 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Page 114 - The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay...
Page 121 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 88 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit, round by round.
Page 17 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh " 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 170 - Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
Page 272 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand?
Page 17 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood...
Page 168 - And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodly are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away. Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
Page 93 - The poetry of earth is ceasing never : • On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost, The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.