Sixth Reader, Book 6D.C. Heath and Company, 1922 |
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... sound at a distance , and before I knew whence it came with a rush and a clatter , and a puffing of smoke — a long black train of some- thing flew by , and was gone before I could draw my breath . I turned and galloped to the further ...
... sound at a distance , and before I knew whence it came with a rush and a clatter , and a puffing of smoke — a long black train of some- thing flew by , and was gone before I could draw my breath . I turned and galloped to the further ...
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... fair dealing , he must have efficiency , he must have knowledge , he must cultivate a sound body and a good mind , and train himself so that he can act with quick decision in any crisis that may arise . muscle 46 SIXTH READER.
... fair dealing , he must have efficiency , he must have knowledge , he must cultivate a sound body and a good mind , and train himself so that he can act with quick decision in any crisis that may arise . muscle 46 SIXTH READER.
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... sound twine ; they had got new ropes ; they had deepened it , moreover , and added some more sinkers to help the guy poles . Well , on this afternoon Duncan and Nicol were pulling away to one of the small , quiet bays , and Rob was idly ...
... sound twine ; they had got new ropes ; they had deepened it , moreover , and added some more sinkers to help the guy poles . Well , on this afternoon Duncan and Nicol were pulling away to one of the small , quiet bays , and Rob was idly ...
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... sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank . And when above the surges They saw his crest appear HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE 91.
... sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank . And when above the surges They saw his crest appear HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE 91.
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... sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet blast that cries to them . To charge the Volscian home ; With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told , How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old . A SWIM ...
... sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet blast that cries to them . To charge the Volscian home ; With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told , How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old . A SWIM ...
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Page 168 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, "Fair and softly...
Page 86 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 170 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till, at his friend the calender's, His horse at last stood still.
Page 236 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Page 170 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Page 313 - I pledge allegiance to my flag, and to the Republic for which it stands; one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Page 167 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 88 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Page 192 - twas a famous victory. 'My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 84 - And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ; The foot are fourscore thousand, The horse are thousands ten. Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array. A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day.