Carroll and Brooks ReadersD. Appleton and Company, 1911 |
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... close shut . He looked about to try and find some crack under the door through which he could creep , but there was none . He felt so hungry that he could almost have eaten the cat only she was alive and he could not well eat her alive ...
... close shut . He looked about to try and find some crack under the door through which he could creep , but there was none . He felt so hungry that he could almost have eaten the cat only she was alive and he could not well eat her alive ...
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... close and peeped down , but he saw noth- ing and heard nothing . All this time Broth- er Rabbit was scared nearly out of his skin ; and he was afraid to move for fear of upset- ting the bucket . While he was saying his pray- ers over ...
... close and peeped down , but he saw noth- ing and heard nothing . All this time Broth- er Rabbit was scared nearly out of his skin ; and he was afraid to move for fear of upset- ting the bucket . While he was saying his pray- ers over ...
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... close to- gether that the front ranks seemed to the Swiss like one solid mass . The Swiss came from the mountains and the val- leys to meet their enemies and to try to drive them . back . They had no armor , no shields , and very few ...
... close to- gether that the front ranks seemed to the Swiss like one solid mass . The Swiss came from the mountains and the val- leys to meet their enemies and to try to drive them . back . They had no armor , no shields , and very few ...
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... close ranks , but no one seemed to hear . Order was forgotten , and commands were unheeded . Through the broken ranks poured the Swiss , strik- ing right and left with clubs and scythes and pitchforks . " Make way for liberty ! " they ...
... close ranks , but no one seemed to hear . Order was forgotten , and commands were unheeded . Through the broken ranks poured the Swiss , strik- ing right and left with clubs and scythes and pitchforks . " Make way for liberty ! " they ...
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... close beside Hirschvogel , but he wanted to be closer still ; he meant to get inside the stove . He He set to work like a little mouse to make a hole in the straw . He pushed and pulled , making a hole where he guessed that the door ...
... close beside Hirschvogel , but he wanted to be closer still ; he meant to get inside the stove . He He set to work like a little mouse to make a hole in the straw . He pushed and pulled , making a hole where he guessed that the door ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arachne Arnold von Winkelried Asgard asked baby beautiful began Belshazzar Bergetta Billy bird Brother Fox Brother Rabbit Brownie called Coster Cratchit cried dance dark door earth Eugene Field eyes face father feet fire Freyja Gepetto giant Gryphon hand head heard heart Hirschvogel horse Huggy Jotunheim Karl King Robert kite knew laughed Launomar Leodegrance little boys lived lobster looked loved Margaret Mock Turtle morning mother mouth Napoleon never night once Peterkin Pinocchio pins Pompeii poor puppet round seemed Sir Ector Sir Kay Skipper sleep snow soon spider stone stood stove sword tell thee Theseus things Thor thou thought Thrym Tin Soldier Tiny Tim tion took trees tulip turned Uther Pendragon voice wind wood young
Pasajes populares
Página 298 - 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 110 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 109 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 240 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 300 - 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 284 - 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 26 - Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Página 302 - 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 267 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Página 301 - 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...