Selections from the Riverside Literature Series: For fifth-[eighth] grade readingHoughton Mifflin, 1912 |
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... fish . One day , as he sat on the shore with his rod , he felt his line pulled ; he drew it in , and at the end was a great Fish . The Fish said to him : 66 Pray let me live ; I am not a real Fish . I am an enchanted Prince ; put me ...
... fish . One day , as he sat on the shore with his rod , he felt his line pulled ; he drew it in , and at the end was a great Fish . The Fish said to him : 66 Pray let me live ; I am not a real Fish . I am an enchanted Prince ; put me ...
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... Fish swam to him , and said : 66 Well , what does she want ? " - " Ah ! " said the Fisherman , " my wife says that when I had caught you , I ought to have asked you for something , before I let you go again . She does not like to live ...
... Fish swam to him , and said : 66 Well , what does she want ? " - " Ah ! " said the Fisherman , " my wife says that when I had caught you , I ought to have asked you for something , before I let you go again . She does not like to live ...
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... Fish , and tell him to give us a castle . " " Wife , " said the Fisherman , " I do not like to ask again ; I fear he will be angry ; let us be content with the cottage . " " Nonsense ! he will give you what you ask . Go along and try ...
... Fish , and tell him to give us a castle . " " Wife , " said the Fisherman , " I do not like to ask again ; I fear he will be angry ; let us be content with the cottage . " " Nonsense ! he will give you what you ask . Go along and try ...
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... Fish cannot make you a king . " " Husband , " she said , " say no more , but go , ask the Fish . I will be king . " So the Fisherman went once more to the sea , grieving much over his wife . The waves were a dark gray and were covered ...
... Fish cannot make you a king . " " Husband , " she said , " say no more , but go , ask the Fish . I will be king . " So the Fisherman went once more to the sea , grieving much over his wife . The waves were a dark gray and were covered ...
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... Fish . I say I will be emperor . " " Ah , wife ! the Fish cannot make you emperor , and I do not like to ask such a thing . " " I am king , " said Alice , " and you are my slave . Go at once . " So the Fisherman must needs go ; but he ...
... Fish . I say I will be emperor . " " Ah , wife ! the Fish cannot make you emperor , and I do not like to ask such a thing . " " I am king , " said Alice , " and you are my slave . Go at once . " So the Fisherman must needs go ; but he ...
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Selections from the Riverside Literature Series: For fifth-[eighth] grade ... Vista de fragmentos - 1910 |
Términos y frases comunes
Ali Baba anapes asked August Augustin Hirschvogel Baba Mustapha Bavaria beautiful Bob-o'-link brother brought carried Cassim chee child cried dark dead dear door Dorothea eyes face father feet fell fellow felt Fish Fisherman forest Giant gold Goose Green grandfather Gray Goose hair hand head heard heart Heather HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hirschvogel honor horse Jackanapes Juniper king knew lady laughed little Tailor lived Lollo looked master Mayor Meissen Miss Jessamine Morgiana morning Munich Nelly never night Nürnberg Nürnberg stove once PHOEBE CARY place like Home poor Postman replied robbers Robin round sleep smile snow sobbed soon soul Spink star stood Strehla sweet tears tell thief thing Thomas Bailey Aldrich thought Tin Soldier Tip-Top told Tony Johnson took town tree voice wife wish woodchucks yard young
Pasajes populares
Página 42 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 41 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Página 129 - Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink. spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 42 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 218 - No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead.
Página 130 - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 58 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam. Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home ! There's no place like Home...
Página 217 - By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Página 50 - O man of the sea! Come listen to me, For Alice my wife, The plague of my life, Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!" "Well, what does she want now?
Página 20 - We are lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand, "Isn't God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?