Foundation Readers, Libro 4Educational publishing Company, 1911 |
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Página 71
... arms straight before him , his hands covering the sleeve of his cloak and his feet close together , he waited the decision of his case . " Friend , " said the Caliph , " the barber has words on his side ; you have equity on yours . The ...
... arms straight before him , his hands covering the sleeve of his cloak and his feet close together , he waited the decision of his case . " Friend , " said the Caliph , " the barber has words on his side ; you have equity on yours . The ...
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... arm . The pain became still greater , still harder to bear , but still the boy moved not . Tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought of his father , of his mother , of his little bed , where he might now be sleeping soundly , but still ...
... arm . The pain became still greater , still harder to bear , but still the boy moved not . Tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought of his father , of his mother , of his little bed , where he might now be sleeping soundly , but still ...
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... arms ! I can't get free ! " He struggles and pants . of leaving the path , " he says ; " I shouldn't " All this comes have cared for rolling down , if it hadn't been for this bush . The fern was soft enough . I'll never stray in a wood ...
... arms ! I can't get free ! " He struggles and pants . of leaving the path , " he says ; " I shouldn't " All this comes have cared for rolling down , if it hadn't been for this bush . The fern was soft enough . I'll never stray in a wood ...
Página 120
... How could it be possible ? Instead , he heard a cheer ! Again he thrust his head out of the window . Could he believe his sight ? There was Ben alive and unscathed ! - Ben , with the child in his arms ! At last the engine came to 120.
... How could it be possible ? Instead , he heard a cheer ! Again he thrust his head out of the window . Could he believe his sight ? There was Ben alive and unscathed ! - Ben , with the child in his arms ! At last the engine came to 120.
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B. Ellen Burke. in his arms ! At last the engine came to a stop about a hundred yards farther along . A woman was seen rushing from the direction of a house near the railroad . Half crazed , she had seen the danger of her little one ...
B. Ellen Burke. in his arms ! At last the engine came to a stop about a hundred yards farther along . A woman was seen rushing from the direction of a house near the railroad . Half crazed , she had seen the danger of her little one ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred ALFRED TENNYSON asked beautiful birds Bobolink brave Buckwheat Caliph child Clutch cried Danes dear deer eyes fairy father field flowers fox's liver frog GEORGE POPE MORRIS gold Golden Fleece Grace Darling grass green ground hair hand Hans Christian Andersen head heard heart hedge HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hiawatha hills Jason JEAN INGELOW JULIANA HORATIA EWING Kind king knew laughed little brown little midshipman little princess live LIZZIE TWIGG look LULLABY SONG Medea morning moss mother never night noble passed Perronet poem poor Primmins prize red deer RICHARD JEFFRIES river Sandy shear sheep shepherds sleep snow soon Spider spring stars stone story Swan sweet tell thee There's thing thou thought told took tree walk WILLIAM WORDSWORTH window wonder wood words young
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Página 129 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 15 - I was fatigued with traveling, rowing, and want of rest ; I was very hungry, and my whole stock of cash consisted of a Dutch dollar and about a shilling in copper.
Página 195 - Up the oak-tree, close beside him, Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, In and out among the branches, Coughed and chattered from the oak-tree, Laughed, and said between his laughing, "Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!" And the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat erect upon his haunches, Half in fear and half in frolic, Saying to the little hunter, "Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!
Página 62 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given.
Página 253 - Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismayed ? Not though the soldiers knew Some one had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die!
Página 197 - For upon the highest corner of a large window there dwelt a certain spider, swollen up to the first magnitude by the destruction of infinite numbers of flies, whose spoils lay scattered before the gates of his palace, like human bones before the cave of some giant.
Página 106 - BOY'S SONG. WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Página 235 - With his knife the tree he girdled ; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward ; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. " Give me of your boughs, O Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me...
Página 202 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 201 - You boast indeed of being obliged to no other creature, but of drawing and spinning out all from yourself; that is to say, if we may judge of the liquor in the vessel by what issues out, you possess a good plentiful store of dirt and poison in your breast; and, though I would by no means lessen or disparage your genuine stock of either, yet I doubt you are somewhat obliged, for an increase of both, to a little foreign assistance.