The Morse Readers: Practical Graded Text ...Morse Company, 1902 |
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33 psl.
... fell into a reverie , thinking of the happy time when she and Ben should meet again . Sitting so , neither heard a step come softly over the sand ; neither saw an eager , brown face peer in at the door ; and neither knew , for a minute ...
... fell into a reverie , thinking of the happy time when she and Ben should meet again . Sitting so , neither heard a step come softly over the sand ; neither saw an eager , brown face peer in at the door ; and neither knew , for a minute ...
41 psl.
... fell into the hands of four Indians , who had caught the horses and tied them in the thicket , so that by the tinkling of their bells they might lure into the ambush any man who came out to hunt them up . Young Wetzel made a dash for ...
... fell into the hands of four Indians , who had caught the horses and tied them in the thicket , so that by the tinkling of their bells they might lure into the ambush any man who came out to hunt them up . Young Wetzel made a dash for ...
43 psl.
... fell over the side of the canoe , but grasped the gunwale with one hand , keeping himself afloat . Young Wetzel , in the bottom of the canoe , would have shared the same fate , had he not cried out that he was white and a prisoner ...
... fell over the side of the canoe , but grasped the gunwale with one hand , keeping himself afloat . Young Wetzel , in the bottom of the canoe , would have shared the same fate , had he not cried out that he was white and a prisoner ...
44 psl.
... fell his tresses , Smooth , and parted like a woman's , Shining bright with oil , and plaited , Hung with braids of scented grasses , As among the guests assembled , To the sound of flutes and singing , To the sound of drums and voices ...
... fell his tresses , Smooth , and parted like a woman's , Shining bright with oil , and plaited , Hung with braids of scented grasses , As among the guests assembled , To the sound of flutes and singing , To the sound of drums and voices ...
71 psl.
... fell in a small cascade into the river , which , broad and deep , ran beneath the bank with a swift but smooth current . The forest up the river had not been explored above a mile or two ; all beyond was unknown wilderness 71 3.
... fell in a small cascade into the river , which , broad and deep , ran beneath the bank with a swift but smooth current . The forest up the river had not been explored above a mile or two ; all beyond was unknown wilderness 71 3.
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The Morse Readers– Practical Graded Text, Second Book Ella M. Powers,Thomas M. Balliet Peržiūra negalima - 2017 |
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Abby Morton Diaz ALFRED TENNYSON bank beautiful Bébée bells Beth birds blue boat Bob-o'-link bright chee child clouds cocoanut cried dear Deb's eyes face Fairy father feet Flower of Liberty forest Gavroche grass green hand happy head heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON Henry W HIPPOPOTAMUS horse hour Indians Jack knew laugh leaped light little Bridget little girl Little Jerry live looked morning MORSE mother nest never night passed PAUL DU CHAILLU Phaethon pine poor pretty R. D. BLACKMORE rain river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing snow song Spink star stood sweet Thames Water things thou thought tree voice waves wild William WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wings wonder woods yellow young lady
Populiarios ištraukos
172 psl. - 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.
232 psl. - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
262 psl. - Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
89 psl. - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
244 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
89 psl. - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company...
268 psl. - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
231 psl. - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
174 psl. - 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 water-break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, ' I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
90 psl. - I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.