Fifth ReaderHoughton Mifflin, 1912 - 278 sider |
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Side 12
... King of Beasts , and it was shame for a King to do donkey's work . His eyes flashed , and he had half a mind to refuse and to run away . Then he looked at the good man and remembered how he had taken out that cruel thorn . So he hung ...
... King of Beasts , and it was shame for a King to do donkey's work . His eyes flashed , and he had half a mind to refuse and to run away . Then he looked at the good man and remembered how he had taken out that cruel thorn . So he hung ...
Side 28
... king dies , we place upon the stone by the river the inscription which you have read . Then we wait patiently until a traveler passes by who is brave enough to undertake the bold ven- ture . Thus we are always assured that our king is a ...
... king dies , we place upon the stone by the river the inscription which you have read . Then we wait patiently until a traveler passes by who is brave enough to undertake the bold ven- ture . Thus we are always assured that our king is a ...
Side 32
... kings ! " " I will not grant him what he asks , " said the Emperor . " Perhaps he does not mean really to ask such a price , and I have another bargain to propose . But before I say anything more , I should like to have you try the ...
... kings ! " " I will not grant him what he asks , " said the Emperor . " Perhaps he does not mean really to ask such a price , and I have another bargain to propose . But before I say anything more , I should like to have you try the ...
Side 36
... King . I am living in my own palace in the country . You may be sure that no harm will come to you . If you have come long way and must from Persia , you have come a be hungry and tired . I am very curious to know how you came , but ...
... King . I am living in my own palace in the country . You may be sure that no harm will come to you . If you have come long way and must from Persia , you have come a be hungry and tired . I am very curious to know how you came , but ...
Side 39
... King how he had brought the Princess on the Enchanted Horse with him , and begged that he might be permitted to marry her ; for the kingdom of Persia was more powerful than Bengal , and the Princess was not equal to him in rank . The King ...
... King how he had brought the Princess on the Enchanted Horse with him , and begged that he might be permitted to marry her ; for the kingdom of Persia was more powerful than Bengal , and the Princess was not equal to him in rank . The King ...
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Agamemnon Aietes Amilias Antaeus apple tree Arabian Nights Asgard asked beautiful bells Bird Stories birds blue bluebirds Brok brother called Camel Captain chair Chalciope Christmas Colchis cried deer donkey door earth Elizabeth Eliza Enchanted Horse eyes face fallow deer father feet forest Ganem gave Gerasimus Giant golden fleece grew hair hand Hawthorne head heard heart Hercules heroes hill Hindu James Whitcomb Riley Jason King knob laughed lion lived Loke looked loved magic Medeia mighty Mimer Minuai NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nest never night Nottingham Old Aunt Mary's once Orpheus Peterkin Piper poem poor Prince Prince of Persia Princess Pygmies Queen Robin Hood Salem Samuel Sewall sandpiper shillings shining ship shouted side Sindre sing sleep stood story strange Sultan sword tell things Thor thought took town wonder woods young lady
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Side 149 - And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke Of them, as you very well know, was in joke. Beside, our losses have made us thrifty; A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!
Side 177 - HATS off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by...
Side 176 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing 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.
Side 152 - ... Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Side 148 - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
Side 153 - The door in the mountain-side shut fast. Did I say all? No! One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say...
Side 153 - And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
Side 144 - To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!
Side 146 - I'm able. By means of a secret charm, to draw All creatures living beneath the sun, That creep or swim or fly or run, After me so as you never saw! And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.
Side 152 - But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters ! However, he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed ; Great was the joy in every breast. " He never can cross that mighty top ! He 's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop...