Book of tales, being school readings, imaginative and emotional in prose and poetry: supplementary to third reader
William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart
Ivison, Blakeman, Taylor, 1880 - Readers - 272 pages
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Book of Tales: Being School Readings, Imaginative and Emotional, in Prose ...
William Swinton,George R. Cathcart
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Agra Agra's Aladdin Ariel asked asleep bean-stalk beautiful began blind Caliban captain's gig carronades child Cinderella Coranda crew cried daughter deaf dear deck Dodd door face fairy father fell Ferdinand flew flower-pot foresail gave Gelert genie giant Gilpin gold Golden Touch grain of corn hand head heard heart Jack killed King Midas knew lady lamp little glass slipper little Marygold Little One Eye little table Little Three Eyes Little Two Eyes locust looked magician matchlocks Minos Minotaur Miranda morning mother never night palace pieces pirate poor Primmins princess Bulbul Prospero raft Rakshas replied sail schooner ship ship's shore shot sisters slave smile soon stood stranger sultan Sycorax tell thee Theseus thing thou thought told took tree Walrus wife wind wonderful yellow
Page 175 - 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 for ever.
Page 85 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 107 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. • But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Page 12 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; "When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Page 132 - To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him ! " The Chief's eye flashed ; his plans Soared up again like fire. The Chief's eye flashed ; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes : " You're wounded ! " •
Page 55 - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things...
Page 103 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 132 - By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...