The Heath Readers: Primer, [First-sixth reader]D.C. Heath, 1903 |
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... pass . " Do not tell him that I have warned you , or he will kill me by some evil death , " the old man screamed after him down the glen ; but Theseus strode on in his wrath . " " He said to himself , " This is an ill - ruled land ...
... pass . " Do not tell him that I have warned you , or he will kill me by some evil death , " the old man screamed after him down the glen ; but Theseus strode on in his wrath . " " He said to himself , " This is an ill - ruled land ...
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... pass . I sent for Mr. Flamborough , and they talked him up as finely as they did me ; and so at last we were persuaded to buy the two gross between us . " dis creet ' , wise in avoiding mistakes . | sha green , ' a kind of leather ...
... pass . I sent for Mr. Flamborough , and they talked him up as finely as they did me ; and so at last we were persuaded to buy the two gross between us . " dis creet ' , wise in avoiding mistakes . | sha green , ' a kind of leather ...
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... pass , At the foot of the apple tree . And when , above this apple tree The winter stars are quivering bright , And winds go howling through the night , Girls , whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth , Shall peel its fruit by cottage ...
... pass , At the foot of the apple tree . And when , above this apple tree The winter stars are quivering bright , And winds go howling through the night , Girls , whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth , Shall peel its fruit by cottage ...
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... Pass to the earth below it . The walls of spiders ' legs are made , Well mortised and finely laid ; He was the master of his trade That curiously it builded : The windows are the eyes of cats , And for the roof , instead of slates ...
... Pass to the earth below it . The walls of spiders ' legs are made , Well mortised and finely laid ; He was the master of his trade That curiously it builded : The windows are the eyes of cats , And for the roof , instead of slates ...
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... a very hard lesson to pass to after columns of single words all alike except in the first letter . It was almost as if three rough animals were making humble efforts to learn how they might become BARTLE MASSEY'S NIGHT - SCHOOL 147.
... a very hard lesson to pass to after columns of single words all alike except in the first letter . It was almost as if three rough animals were making humble efforts to learn how they might become BARTLE MASSEY'S NIGHT - SCHOOL 147.
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 285 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.