A Reader for the First - Eighth GradesD. Appleton & Company, 1911 |
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... bird , swooped down . upon it and caught it in his strong talons . Then he sailed majestically off through the clear Egyptian air , bearing the dainty slipper far away from the sacred groves of Pasht . But oh , what a wail went up from ...
... bird , swooped down . upon it and caught it in his strong talons . Then he sailed majestically off through the clear Egyptian air , bearing the dainty slipper far away from the sacred groves of Pasht . But oh , what a wail went up from ...
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... bird to sit still and be caught ! Not till the pheasant was whirring away high in the air would he remember that stealth and cunning alone will win a fox his daily bread . Hitherto little Renard had known no sorrow , and it 62 A READER ...
... bird to sit still and be caught ! Not till the pheasant was whirring away high in the air would he remember that stealth and cunning alone will win a fox his daily bread . Hitherto little Renard had known no sorrow , and it 62 A READER ...
Página 64
... bird or beast ) in the same larder at the same time . They have game safes scattered for miles round in all direc- tions , so that if one is discovered , they still have two or three other breakfasts or dinners waiting for them ...
... bird or beast ) in the same larder at the same time . They have game safes scattered for miles round in all direc- tions , so that if one is discovered , they still have two or three other breakfasts or dinners waiting for them ...
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... birds and beasts which he liked best to eat , and decided that a nice fat chicken was really dearest to his heart . So away he went , as soon as it was dark , to a farmyard some five miles off . Arrived there , he was not long in ...
... birds and beasts which he liked best to eat , and decided that a nice fat chicken was really dearest to his heart . So away he went , as soon as it was dark , to a farmyard some five miles off . Arrived there , he was not long in ...
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... birds , noted as game birds . - forʼaging : search- ing for food . - poacher : one who catches game or fish contrary to law . SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of ...
... birds , noted as game birds . - forʼaging : search- ing for food . - poacher : one who catches game or fish contrary to law . SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of ...
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A Reader for the First - Eighth Grades Clarence Franklin Carroll,Sarah Catherine Brooks Vista completa - 1911 |
A Reader for the First - Eighth Grades Clarence Franklin Carroll,Sarah Catherine Brooks Vista completa - 1911 |
A Reader for the First - Eighth Grades Clarence Franklin Carroll,Sarah Catherine Brooks Vista completa - 1910 |
Términos y frases comunes
Agamemnon angel answered Arthur Asgard asked bear Belshazzar Billy birch-rod Bouquet brother called Coster crater cried door eyes face fanner father feet fire flower Freyja Gausdale Gausdale Bruin Gluck Gutenberg Haarlem hammer hand head heard heart hive horse Igraine Jotunheim key-flower kill King Robert kitchen kite knew kobold Lars laws learned Leodegrance letters little boys lived Loke looked Margaret Master miles mother mountains Napoleon never night Nita old gentleman once parchment Pasht Peterkin Renard river Dee Roger Bacon round sandal Schwartz Seb-u Sicily Sil Reese Sir Ector Sir Kay Skipper snow snow fort soldier Solomon John soon standing Stella stones stood tell thee thing Thor thou thought Thrym Tiny Tim tion tree trunk tulip turned Unna Uther Uther Pendragon wind word
Pasajes populares
Página 98 - 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. Till last by Philip's farm I flow . To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 100 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 84 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 282 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere.
Página 263 - What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May wind's restless wings, When from the orchard row he pours Its fragrance through our open doors. A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom We plant with the apple tree.
Página 102 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit looking round "Not coming,
Página 101 - Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons ; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and, getting the corners of his monstrous...
Página 116 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 143 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 281 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.