The Ideal Catholic Literary Readers: Book OneMacmillan Company, 1917 |
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Side 1
... from the highest heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate'er thou doest , And hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And , on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds B 1.
... from the highest heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate'er thou doest , And hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And , on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds B 1.
Side 2
Book One Sister Mary Domitilla. When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the boy was playing ; And earnestly said he , " O beautiful Child Jesus ! Come down and play with me . " I will find Thee flowers ...
Book One Sister Mary Domitilla. When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the boy was playing ; And earnestly said he , " O beautiful Child Jesus ! Come down and play with me . " I will find Thee flowers ...
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... round the room , they espied the leather strap I had just taken off , and this they pushed over my already fettered wrists , and made it fast to the cord round my ankles . " He'll do now , " one of them said ; " he can't stand on his ...
... round the room , they espied the leather strap I had just taken off , and this they pushed over my already fettered wrists , and made it fast to the cord round my ankles . " He'll do now , " one of them said ; " he can't stand on his ...
Side 14
... round from facing the window my feet had caught one of the curtains and displaced it a little . Passing by the window Harriet peeped in to see me lying on the table bound hand and foot , and two men try- ing to force open the bureau ...
... round from facing the window my feet had caught one of the curtains and displaced it a little . Passing by the window Harriet peeped in to see me lying on the table bound hand and foot , and two men try- ing to force open the bureau ...
Side 23
... round him changed unaccountably , and what had been the doctor would be his father , sitting with his head leaning on his hand . This figure , with its head leaning on its hand , returned so often , and re- mained so long , and sat so ...
... round him changed unaccountably , and what had been the doctor would be his father , sitting with his head leaning on his hand . This figure , with its head leaning on its hand , returned so often , and re- mained so long , and sat so ...
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Side 275 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 118 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till, at his friend the calender's, His horse at last stood still.
Side 34 - But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel: And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh...
Side 112 - Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Side 170 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Side 235 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Side 70 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Side 368 - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Side 116 - Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 236 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!" — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!