The Morse Readers: Practical Graded Text ...Morse Company, 1902 |
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... weather . HELEN HUNT JACKSON . Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy . JAMES THOMSON . A BOY'S ESCAPE FROM THE INDIANS . ( 1784. ) 40 3.
... weather . HELEN HUNT JACKSON . Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy . JAMES THOMSON . A BOY'S ESCAPE FROM THE INDIANS . ( 1784. ) 40 3.
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... round in circles , Leaping o'er the guests assembled , Eddying round and round the wigwam , Till the leaves went whirling with him , Till the dust and leaves together Swept in eddies round about him . Then along the sandy margin Of the ...
... round in circles , Leaping o'er the guests assembled , Eddying round and round the wigwam , Till the leaves went whirling with him , Till the dust and leaves together Swept in eddies round about him . Then along the sandy margin Of the ...
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... round a child of about six , who was crying . And I asked the cause of his tears . " It seems that he was sent to walk , " said a mason , who was returning from his work , with his trowel in his hand ; " the servant who took care of him ...
... round a child of about six , who was crying . And I asked the cause of his tears . " It seems that he was sent to walk , " said a mason , who was returning from his work , with his trowel in his hand ; " the servant who took care of him ...
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... few words what had hap- pened . She thanked me warmly , and looked round for the little boy who had recognized and brought back her son ; but while we were talking he had disappeared . 1 Two BOYS OF PARIS , III . After these events 51 3.
... few words what had hap- pened . She thanked me warmly , and looked round for the little boy who had recognized and brought back her son ; but while we were talking he had disappeared . 1 Two BOYS OF PARIS , III . After these events 51 3.
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... round the waist by a polished leather belt . wore strong shoes , and had on a new cloth cap . Just at the moment I saw him he held in his hand an enormous bunch of lilacs , to which his companion was trying to add narcissuses and prim ...
... round the waist by a polished leather belt . wore strong shoes , and had on a new cloth cap . Just at the moment I saw him he held in his hand an enormous bunch of lilacs , to which his companion was trying to add narcissuses and prim ...
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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
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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.