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... That one small head could carry all he knew . OLIVER GOLDSMITH : The Deserted Village . 5 10 15 20 20 B HELPS TO STUDY This famous passage describes another schoolmaster who THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER 17 THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER.
... That one small head could carry all he knew . OLIVER GOLDSMITH : The Deserted Village . 5 10 15 20 20 B HELPS TO STUDY This famous passage describes another schoolmaster who THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER 17 THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER.
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... carry , now seemed to me like 15 old friends . I was thinking of this when I heard my name called . It was my turn to recite . What would I not have given to be able to say the rules without a mistake ? But I could not say a word , and ...
... carry , now seemed to me like 15 old friends . I was thinking of this when I heard my name called . It was my turn to recite . What would I not have given to be able to say the rules without a mistake ? But I could not say a word , and ...
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... carry it right away to the Schoolhouse goal . Fond hope ! it is kicked out and caught beautifully . Crab strikes his heel into the ground to mark the spot where the ball was caught , beyond which the 10 School line may not advance ; but ...
... carry it right away to the Schoolhouse goal . Fond hope ! it is kicked out and caught beautifully . Crab strikes his heel into the ground to mark the spot where the ball was caught , beyond which the 10 School line may not advance ; but ...
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... carry the ball back . Old Brooke ranges the field like Job's war horse ; the thick- 10 est scrummage parts asunder before his rush , like the waves before a clipper's bows ; his cheery voice rings over the field , and his eye is ...
... carry the ball back . Old Brooke ranges the field like Job's war horse ; the thick- 10 est scrummage parts asunder before his rush , like the waves before a clipper's bows ; his cheery voice rings over the field , and his eye is ...
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... carried back , striving hand and foot and eyelids . - 15 Old Brooke comes sweeping round the skirts of the play , and turning short round , picks out the very heart of the scrummage and plunges in . It wavers for a moment he has the ...
... carried back , striving hand and foot and eyelids . - 15 Old Brooke comes sweeping round the skirts of the play , and turning short round , picks out the very heart of the scrummage and plunges in . It wavers for a moment he has the ...
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Everyday Classics: First [-eighth] Reader, Volume 7 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Visualização completa - 1918 |
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Aladdin Albert Alsace Ariel arrow ball battle brave brother Buck Caliban Captain Phipps Chalciope child Cratchit cried Croesus daughter dear Describe English eyes father Ferdinand genie Gessler girl Glossary Gluck goal gold golden fleece Golden River hand head hear heard HELPS TO STUDY heroes horse Jason Joan John Halifax Julius Cæsar King knew lamp little Wolff lived looked Maggie magic magician master Medea Miranda mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night Old Brooke OLIVER GOLDSMITH Phrixus Piper poem poor Prince Prospero Robert de Baudricourt Robin Hood round rush Schoolhouse Schwartz shillings ship silver Solon Squeers stanza stood story Sultan sword Sycorax Tell thee things Thornton thou thought Tiny Tim told Treasure Valley tree turned Verner vessel village voice William Tell wonderful wood words young Zoeterwoude
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Página 206 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Página 203 - And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns!
Página 186 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 201 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 200 - Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Página 156 - Nay, not so." Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The Angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Página 136 - twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by. They burned 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.
Página 184 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!