Story and Play Readers: Eighth yearAnna May Irwin Lütkenhaus Century Company, 1917 |
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... brings her seeds and shows her how to plant them . By the aid of the robin she finds the key and the door leading into the Secret Garden . She is gradually growing into a happier and healthier little girl . MARY . [ Skipping with rope ...
... brings her seeds and shows her how to plant them . By the aid of the robin she finds the key and the door leading into the Secret Garden . She is gradually growing into a happier and healthier little girl . MARY . [ Skipping with rope ...
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... MARY . Were they ? How many things she knows , does n't she ? MARTHA . Eh ! It's like she says : " A woman as brings up twelve children learns something besides her A B C's . Children ' s as good as 16 STORY AND PLAY READERS.
... MARY . Were they ? How many things she knows , does n't she ? MARTHA . Eh ! It's like she says : " A woman as brings up twelve children learns something besides her A B C's . Children ' s as good as 16 STORY AND PLAY READERS.
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... bring her to him in his study . [ MARTHA slips dress on and gives MARY a parting pat . She follows MRS . MEDLOCK to a part of the house she has not visited before . MRS . MEDLOCK knocks at the door . ] MR . CRAVEN . Come in . MRS ...
... bring her to him in his study . [ MARTHA slips dress on and gives MARY a parting pat . She follows MRS . MEDLOCK to a part of the house she has not visited before . MRS . MEDLOCK knocks at the door . ] MR . CRAVEN . Come in . MRS ...
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... bring ? DICKON . It's gorse on the moor that ' s opening out . Eh , the bees are at it wonderful to - day . MARY . [ Whispering . ] This is it , this is where I used to walk up and down and wonder and wonder and wonder . Is it ...
... bring ? DICKON . It's gorse on the moor that ' s opening out . Eh , the bees are at it wonderful to - day . MARY . [ Whispering . ] This is it , this is where I used to walk up and down and wonder and wonder and wonder . Is it ...
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... bring you here . I want to talk to you . We did not want you , but now you will have to be in the secret . Be quick ! BEN WEATHERSTAFF . Eh , lad , eh , my lad . Yes , sir , yes , sir ! [ MARY runs to bring him in . ] DICKON ...
... bring you here . I want to talk to you . We did not want you , but now you will have to be in the secret . Be quick ! BEN WEATHERSTAFF . Eh , lad , eh , my lad . Yes , sir , yes , sir ! [ MARY runs to bring him in . ] DICKON ...
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ALLAN-BANE Artemidorus ARTIST ATTORNEY Bassanio bells BEN WEATHERSTAFF BERKELEY blood brave Brutus Bryan Fairfax Cæsar Casca CASS Cassius child CITIZENS CLERK COLIN conspirators coöperation court CRAVEN dear death Decius Dickon door doth Douglas DUKE ELLEN father fear flag give Governor hand hath hear heard heart honorable Ides of March JAMES FITZ-JAMES Julius Cæsar jury King LADY LADY BERKELEY land live look maid MAJOR FAIRFAX Mark Antony MARTHA MARY Medlock Mistress Payne mother Nathaniel Bacon naught never night noble o'er pardon PENELOPE play poor Portia pray prisoner PUPIL rebel ring robin RODERICK DHU Roman Rome SCENE Secret Garden Shylock sing Sir William Berkeley smile soldier song Sowerby speak SPIRIT OF LIBERTY stand Star Spangled Banner tell thee thine things thou traitors walk WEATHERSTAFF words young
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Seite 169 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Seite 140 - The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But. mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 99 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone), They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Seite 98 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Seite 168 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 105 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Seite 97 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells; How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Seite 146 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Seite 166 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, " This was a man !
Seite 196 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me...