The Child Life Fifth Reader, Libro 5London, 1902 - 375 páginas |
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... eyes of those little boys , lively as a parcel of mice , sparkled in advance with the joy of seeing in their imagination pink paper bags filled with cakes , lead soldiers drawn up in battalions in their boxes , menageries smelling of ...
... eyes of those little boys , lively as a parcel of mice , sparkled in advance with the joy of seeing in their imagination pink paper bags filled with cakes , lead soldiers drawn up in battalions in their boxes , menageries smelling of ...
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... him . He was wet all over , and his eyes were shut , and you could see his 1 See note on page 259 . 2 Find the definition and pronunciation of these words in the vocabulary . ribs , and he looked quite dark and sticky . 16 3 Perronet.
... him . He was wet all over , and his eyes were shut , and you could see his 1 See note on page 259 . 2 Find the definition and pronunciation of these words in the vocabulary . ribs , and he looked quite dark and sticky . 16 3 Perronet.
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... eyes with our hands , and taken a good look at it , I said to Sandy , " It is the best field I ever saw . " " Sit down , " said Sandy , doing the honors ; and we all sat down under the hedge , where we could see the whole field ...
... eyes with our hands , and taken a good look at it , I said to Sandy , " It is the best field I ever saw . " " Sit down , " said Sandy , doing the honors ; and we all sat down under the hedge , where we could see the whole field ...
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... eye , and Sandy handed me what I called for ; while Richard was busy at the brook filling a large tray with damp sand and lovely mosses . Sandy knew the flowers and their names as well as I did . Of course we knew everything that lived ...
... eye , and Sandy handed me what I called for ; while Richard was busy at the brook filling a large tray with damp sand and lovely mosses . Sandy knew the flowers and their names as well as I did . Of course we knew everything that lived ...
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... eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . - WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 1 See note on page 259 . HOME - THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD Oh , to be in 31 B Daffodils William Wordsworth.
... eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . - WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 1 See note on page 259 . HOME - THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD Oh , to be in 31 B Daffodils William Wordsworth.
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The Child Life Fifth Reader, Libro 5 Etta Blaisdell McDonald,Mary Frances Blaisdell Vista completa - 1902 |
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The Child Life Fifth Reader Etta Austin Blaisdell,Mary Frances Blaisdell Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice arms Baucis beautiful began Boabdil brother climbed cried dark definition and pronunciation Don Quixote door enchanted eyes face feet fell Find the definition flowers Gluck gold Golden River governor grass hand head heard heart horse Isaac JOHANN DAVID WYSS King Arthur knew Knight Lady laugh light looked Merlin morning mountain never o'er Old Castile passed Perronet Philemon Philemon and Baucis Pickwick pitcher poor queen Quicksilver replied Rip Van Winkle Rocinante rocks round saddle sail Sancho Sandy Schwartz seemed seen ship shout shun side Sindbad Sir Bedivere Sir Launfal Sir Lucan Sir Mordred smile Snodgrass soldier soon stones stood story strange sword tell thee thing thou thought told took tree turned village vocabulary wall wild wind wonderful wood words young
Pasajes populares
Página 82 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 86 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 364 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Página 87 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Página 327 - Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering.
Página 135 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Página 342 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
Página 335 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals of foolish, well-oiled dispositions who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to...
Página 365 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Página 335 - Morning, noon, and night her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.