Foundation Readers, Libro 4Educational publishing Company, 1911 |
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Página 96
... half way , unless they were after taking a bit off the horns of her ay , she would SO . We've plenty of powerful cattle in Clonmanavon . ” This answer gave cold comfort to Mac , who had hoped to be told that enormously large quadrupeds ...
... half way , unless they were after taking a bit off the horns of her ay , she would SO . We've plenty of powerful cattle in Clonmanavon . ” This answer gave cold comfort to Mac , who had hoped to be told that enormously large quadrupeds ...
Página 121
... Half crazed , she had seen the danger of her little one , while powerless to avert it . Then she beheld the brave man's effort to snatch the child from the very jaws of death , if need be , to purchase its life with his own . At the ...
... Half crazed , she had seen the danger of her little one , while powerless to avert it . Then she beheld the brave man's effort to snatch the child from the very jaws of death , if need be , to purchase its life with his own . At the ...
Página 125
... half ground . However , by and by the axe was sharpened . Then the man told me to be off to school . " You are a truant , " he said ; " the teacher will be after you . " These words made me sad . It was hard to turn the grindstone , but ...
... half ground . However , by and by the axe was sharpened . Then the man told me to be off to school . " You are a truant , " he said ; " the teacher will be after you . " These words made me sad . It was hard to turn the grindstone , but ...
Página 127
... 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 . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and 127.
... 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 . I chatter over stony ways , In little sharps and 127.
Página 169
... half brick at the groom's horse , as is the custom of that country when they welcome strangers ; but the groom saw Tom and called to him to ask where Mr. Grimes , the chimney - sweep , lived . Tom was a good man of business , and always ...
... half brick at the groom's horse , as is the custom of that country when they welcome strangers ; but the groom saw Tom and called to him to ask where Mr. Grimes , the chimney - sweep , lived . Tom was a good man of business , and always ...
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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.