The Winston Readers, Volum 2John C. Winston Company, 1918 |
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The Winston Readers, Primer [-fifth Reader], Volum 2 Sidney Grant Firman,Ethel H. Maltby Visualització completa - 1924 |
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Aladdin Aladdin's mother apple branch arrows asked beautiful began bird Blefuscu blue weather boat brother brought called carried child chimney sweep cloak cried DOG OF FLANDERS door dressed emperor eyes father feast feet flowers garden genie giant godmother hand Hans Christian Andersen heard Hiawatha Hindu horse Indians John Daas king of Cashmere kissed knew lamp Li-Chi Little Daffydowndilly little prince little shepherdess little tailor live look magician majesty mason morning Nathaniel Hawthorne never night nightingale palace Patrasche Persia pieces pocket poor Prince Dolor princess raft replied returned rich baker rose sail sandpiper shilling ship shore sing slaves snow image SONG OF HIAWATHA soon stone stood STORY stranger sultan tell things thought Toil told took traveling tree VALIANT LITTLE TAILOR Violet and Peony walked window wonderful Xury
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Pàgina 226 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Pàgina 158 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them, "Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he...
Pàgina 224 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Pàgina 235 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my...
Pàgina 226 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Pàgina 235 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Dunder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch ! to the top of the wall ! Now dash away! dash away!...
Pàgina 162 - Hiawatha!" With his knife the tree he girdled; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. "Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!
Pàgina 97 - Without a sound of warning; When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining...
Pàgina 159 - But he heeded not, nor heard them, For his thoughts were with the red deer; On their tracks his eyes were fastened, Leading downward to the river, To the ford across the river, And as one in slumber walked he.
Pàgina 165 - From a hollow tree the hedgehog, With his sleepy eyes looked at him, Shot his shining quills, like arrows Saying, with a drowsy murmur, Through the tangle of his whiskers, "Take my quills, O Hiawatha!