Kelly's Universal Third ReaderHenry Athanasius Brann |
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... side . When a boy has learned only how to read , and not what to read , he is in great peril . Books , newspapers , and periodicals of every character multiply yearly by thousands . " What shall I read ? " is usually answered by the ...
... side . When a boy has learned only how to read , and not what to read , he is in great peril . Books , newspapers , and periodicals of every character multiply yearly by thousands . " What shall I read ? " is usually answered by the ...
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... sides of the scales , to see if they were of equal weight . " Let me see , " said the judge , with a sly look ; " this ... side of the scales had now become too heavy ; so the honest judge helped himself 24 THIRD READER . THE MONKEY AND ...
... sides of the scales , to see if they were of equal weight . " Let me see , " said the judge , with a sly look ; " this ... side of the scales had now become too heavy ; so the honest judge helped himself 24 THIRD READER . THE MONKEY AND ...
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... . ILL DEL . SILK . SEAL . CSTRICI " There are the nails , which are made of iron . Iron is dug out of mines deep down in the earth . " I see your shoes have elastic sides . Now , elastic is made from the sap of a. THIRD READER . 51.
... . ILL DEL . SILK . SEAL . CSTRICI " There are the nails , which are made of iron . Iron is dug out of mines deep down in the earth . " I see your shoes have elastic sides . Now , elastic is made from the sap of a. THIRD READER . 51.
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... sides . Then my boots are made of the skin of an ani- mal , the sap of a tree , and iron from the earth . They are lined with cotton cloth , too . " " My dress is made of cotton , " said May , " but I do not know what cotton is , or ...
... sides . Then my boots are made of the skin of an ani- mal , the sap of a tree , and iron from the earth . They are lined with cotton cloth , too . " " My dress is made of cotton , " said May , " but I do not know what cotton is , or ...
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... side , like the sweet faces of little children . When we reached the brow of the hill , I saw the tops of the dear old trees - the button - balls , we always called them ! There hangs the old swing ; but Aunt Kate has had it mended with ...
... side , like the sweet faces of little children . When we reached the brow of the hill , I saw the tops of the dear old trees - the button - balls , we always called them ! There hangs the old swing ; but Aunt Kate has had it mended with ...
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Common terms and phrases
AGNES REPPLIER ALLSPICE angel animals ants bear beautiful Bert birds boys and girls bright butterflies called carefully in pronouncing Charley cinnamon cloth cloves cocoons cold color CONVERSATIONAL LESSONS cotton crab cried dark dear Drill carefully Drill pupils carefully earth Eli Whitney Esquimaux Etta eyes face fast father feet fish flowers give Grandma ground grows hand hedgehog honey HONEY ANTS horse Hugh Miller insects kill kind Kitty LANGUAGE LESSON Lapp larvæ light little girl Little Jerry live look mamma Mary Miss Ross monkey moon Morris Plains mother night nutmeg once Paul Du Chaillu pepper poor PRACTICE IN ARTICULATION Radbod rain reindeer Samuel Morse silk silk-worms snow spices star of Bethlehem stars story tell things tide tree Uncle John warm waves wind wolves WORD EXERCISES Wulfram young
Popular passages
Page 260 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Page 156 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...
Page 155 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Page 115 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 115 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 49 - THE tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls ; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls ; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Page 105 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Page 156 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Page 238 - BENEATH the hill you may see the mill Of wasting wood and crumbling stone; The wheel is dripping and clattering still, But Jerry, the miller, is dead and gone. Year after year, early and late, Alike in summer and winter weather, He pecked the stones and calked the gate, And mill and miller grew old together. "Little Jerry!" — 'twas all the same, — They loved him well who called him so; And whether he'd ever another name, Nobody ever seemed to know. 'Twas, "Little Jerry, come grind my rye"; And...
Page 115 - Once on the raging seas I rode : The storm was loud, the night was dark ; • • The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.