Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader, Libro 3Macmillan, 1917 |
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... for a year and a day To the land where the bong - tree grows ; And there in a wood , a Piggy - wig stood . With a ring at the end of his nose , 5 10 15 PURE HONEY His nose , His nose , With a D 49 THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
... for a year and a day To the land where the bong - tree grows ; And there in a wood , a Piggy - wig stood . With a ring at the end of his nose , 5 10 15 PURE HONEY His nose , His nose , With a D 49 THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
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... , To the land where the bong tree grows ; And there in a 224 wood , a Pig - gy - wig stood , With a ring at the end of his nose . Used by permission of G. Schirmer ( Inc. ) elegant ( ěl'e gnt ) guitar ( gi tar ' 52 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
... , To the land where the bong tree grows ; And there in a 224 wood , a Pig - gy - wig stood , With a ring at the end of his nose . Used by permission of G. Schirmer ( Inc. ) elegant ( ěl'e gnt ) guitar ( gi tar ' 52 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
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... wood , a half hour's walk from the village . When the little girl came to the forest , she met a wolf ; but Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked animal . 10 he was , so she was not a bit afraid of him . " Good morning , Red Riding ...
... wood , a half hour's walk from the village . When the little girl came to the forest , she met a wolf ; but Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked animal . 10 he was , so she was not a bit afraid of him . " Good morning , Red Riding ...
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... wood which was full of wild flowers . " Look at the pretty flowers , Red Riding Hood , " said the wolf . Why don't 10 you stop to rest and pick some of them ? Do Do you hear how sweetly the birds are singing ? Why do you walk straight ...
... wood which was full of wild flowers . " Look at the pretty flowers , Red Riding Hood , " said the wolf . Why don't 10 you stop to rest and pick some of them ? Do Do you hear how sweetly the birds are singing ? Why do you walk straight ...
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... wood . But the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's cottage and rapped boldly at the 5 door . " Who's there ? " called the grandmother , from her bed in the corner of the room . " Red Riding Hood , with a cake and some wine in the ...
... wood . But the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's cottage and rapped boldly at the 5 door . " Who's there ? " called the grandmother , from her bed in the corner of the room . " Red Riding Hood , with a cake and some wine in the ...
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Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, Libro 8 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, Libro 8 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
Æsop Alice asked baby beanstalk beautiful began Blynken cakes child Cinderella clothes cried daughter dears Dick dike dinner donkey door duck duckling dwarf eggs emperor eyes fable fairy FAIRY TALES fast father five skeins flew gave giant gold grandmother HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN head heard HELPS TO STUDY Jack jumped king Lady Moon laughed little birdie little girl little Hiawatha Little White Lily lived looked morning Mother Frost mouse never night Nimmy Nokomis nose oatcake old woman once poem poor little princess Pussy queen Red Riding Hood ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rogues Rose-Red sing sleep slipper Snow-White SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED soon spin stood story sweet tell things thought told Tom Tit Tot took tree ugly ugly duckling walked wife wind wish wolf wood Wynken
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Página 236 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Página 63 - 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 143 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 49 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Página 142 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle...
Página 174 - I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
Página 38 - IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day...
Página 141 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Página 141 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash; The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below ; When, what to my...
Página 132 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. 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,...