Fifth ReaderHoughton Mifflin, 1912 - 278 sider |
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Side 65
... young lady . Deb was startled by the knock , and fright- ened by the young lady . It was not often that vis itors came to Brick Alley , and it was still less often that Brick Alley had a visitor who knocked . This was a young lady for ...
... young lady . Deb was startled by the knock , and fright- ened by the young lady . It was not often that vis itors came to Brick Alley , and it was still less often that Brick Alley had a visitor who knocked . This was a young lady for ...
Side 66
... young lady knew ; or if she knew how much pleasanter it was than the onions that Mrs. McMahoney cooked for dinner every day in the week but Sunday , upon the first floor . " Fifteen ! " repeated the young lady , standing up very ...
... young lady knew ; or if she knew how much pleasanter it was than the onions that Mrs. McMahoney cooked for dinner every day in the week but Sunday , upon the first floor . " Fifteen ! " repeated the young lady , standing up very ...
Side 67
... young lady's sorry eyes - such very sorry eyes ! - were so close to the high chair . " Fifteen years ! " repeated the young lady , very low . " In that chair- and nobody ever - poor lit- tle girl , poor little girl ! " But you could ...
... young lady's sorry eyes - such very sorry eyes ! - were so close to the high chair . " Fifteen years ! " repeated the young lady , very low . " In that chair- and nobody ever - poor lit- tle girl , poor little girl ! " But you could ...
Side 68
James Hixon Van Sickle, Wilhelmina Seegmiller Frances Jenkins. The young lady finished her sentence as if she did n't know what to say , and so said the truest thing she could ... young lady had remembered that , and she had brought 68 DEB.
James Hixon Van Sickle, Wilhelmina Seegmiller Frances Jenkins. The young lady finished her sentence as if she did n't know what to say , and so said the truest thing she could ... young lady had remembered that , and she had brought 68 DEB.
Side 69
... young lady gathered the reins into her brown gloves , and the sleigh - bells cried for joy , - how they cried ! —and away they went , and Deb was out of the alley in a minute , and the people in the alley hurrahed , and hurrahed , and ...
... young lady gathered the reins into her brown gloves , and the sleigh - bells cried for joy , - how they cried ! —and away they went , and Deb was out of the alley in a minute , and the people in the alley hurrahed , and hurrahed , and ...
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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...