The Morse Readers: Practical Graded Text ...Morse Company, 1902 |
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... LEAVES , THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS , THE . LIFEBOAT , THE LILY'S WORD , A LITTLE BRIDGET'S BATH . . LITTLE JERRY , THE MILLER MAKING OF THE MUSIC , THE . MARJORIE'S ALMANAC NEW YEAR , A. NOBODY'S CHILD OCTOBER Felicia Hemans ...
... LEAVES , THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS , THE . LIFEBOAT , THE LILY'S WORD , A LITTLE BRIDGET'S BATH . . LITTLE JERRY , THE MILLER MAKING OF THE MUSIC , THE . MARJORIE'S ALMANAC NEW YEAR , A. NOBODY'S CHILD OCTOBER Felicia Hemans ...
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... leaves , and scrambled among the bushes , and were as merry as a boxful of crickets . When they approached the brook , one of the fairies jumped in to see if the water was warm enough , and the Principal One and the Next Biggest held a ...
... leaves , and scrambled among the bushes , and were as merry as a boxful of crickets . When they approached the brook , one of the fairies jumped in to see if the water was warm enough , and the Principal One and the Next Biggest held a ...
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... leaves gay ! The winds would set them dancing , The sun and moonshine glance in , The birds would house among the boughs , And sweetly sing . Oh no ! I wish I were a Robin , - A Robin or a little Wren , everywhere to go ; Through forest ...
... leaves gay ! The winds would set them dancing , The sun and moonshine glance in , The birds would house among the boughs , And sweetly sing . Oh no ! I wish I were a Robin , - A Robin or a little Wren , everywhere to go ; Through forest ...
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... leaves have withered , when the cold winds blow , when the snow covers the earth , I know that you suffer from hunger , When you come by the and I feel sorry for window you seem to say- " Do feed me , for I am so hungry and so cold ...
... leaves have withered , when the cold winds blow , when the snow covers the earth , I know that you suffer from hunger , When you come by the and I feel sorry for window you seem to say- " Do feed me , for I am so hungry and so cold ...
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... leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white - winged seeds are sowing , and fair , And in the fields , still green Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden ...
... leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white - winged seeds are sowing , and fair , And in the fields , still green Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden ...
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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.