McGuffey's First [-sixth] Eclectic Reader, Book 4Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1879 - Readers |
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animal Annie asked beautiful bird born brother brown thrush child clouds creeping cried dear DEFINITIONS.-1 door ECLECTIC SERIES every-where EXERCISES.-What eyes father fawn feet fire flowers FOURTH READER Fred George George Jones giraffe give hand happy Harry head hear heard heart horse Hugh Hugh pointed idle Inchcape Inchcape Rock INCORRECT Isles of Shoals Jennie John kite laugh lesson lion little girl live looked LUCY LARCOM mare Margery monkey morning mother never night old oaken bucket poor rich Robinson Crusoe rock sandpiper SANTA CLARA COUNTY seemed side smile soon sound story strong SUBVOCALS Susie sweet tell thee thing thou thought to-morrow Toil told tree turned Uncle Uncle Ben voice water-sprites whip-cord whispered wind window wonderful word young
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Page 206 - And it came to pass, when Jesus had ended these sayings, the people were astonished at his doctrine: for He taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes.
Page 205 - Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
Page 206 - Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent ? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask Him...
Page 135 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...
Page 206 - Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
Page 205 - ... that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven; for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same ? And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so ? Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.
Page 135 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white light-houses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, One little sandpiper and I.
Page 191 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 191 - The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 203 - I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it. with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing. And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.