The Silver-Burdett Readers: First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomasSilver, Burdett and Company, 1906 |
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... BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY BLIND TRAVELER , THE BLUE AND THE GRAY , THE BOY AND HIS BOOK , A BOY ARTIST , THE Edward Bulwer Lytton Francis Miles Finch George Borrow . Nathaniel Hawthorne Louise de la Ramé • • BROOK , THE BROOK , THE BY THAMES ...
... BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY BLIND TRAVELER , THE BLUE AND THE GRAY , THE BOY AND HIS BOOK , A BOY ARTIST , THE Edward Bulwer Lytton Francis Miles Finch George Borrow . Nathaniel Hawthorne Louise de la Ramé • • BROOK , THE BROOK , THE BY THAMES ...
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... " LUCY LARCOM . Brabant peasant Scheldt Rhine burden BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY . radiant Laeken 1198 Lucy Larcom Frank R Stockton 13 William Brighty Rands Thomas Bailey Aldrich 98 MIRROR, Sidney Lanier 274 Cincinnatus Hiner Miller 104 Phoebe Cary.
... " LUCY LARCOM . Brabant peasant Scheldt Rhine burden BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY . radiant Laeken 1198 Lucy Larcom Frank R Stockton 13 William Brighty Rands Thomas Bailey Aldrich 98 MIRROR, Sidney Lanier 274 Cincinnatus Hiner Miller 104 Phoebe Cary.
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... BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY . radiant Laeken starling benediction almonds sympathy ribbon crutches embossed baptism Bébée was a hard - working Brabant peasant girl ; up while the birds twittered in the dark ; to bed when the red sun sank beyond ...
... BÉBÉE'S BIRTHDAY . radiant Laeken starling benediction almonds sympathy ribbon crutches embossed baptism Bébée was a hard - working Brabant peasant girl ; up while the birds twittered in the dark ; to bed when the red sun sank beyond ...
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... Bébée , Bébée - good - day , good - day ! " - These were all the words it knew . It said the same thing a thousand times a week . But to Bébée it seemed that the starling most certainly knew that she was sixteen years old that day ...
... Bébée , Bébée - good - day , good - day ! " - These were all the words it knew . It said the same thing a thousand times a week . But to Bébée it seemed that the starling most certainly knew that she was sixteen years old that day ...
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... Bébée ! Such a grand cake ! " they shouted , dancing down the lane . " Jules picked the plums , and Jeanne washed ... Bébée . Bébée ran out , breaking from the children , and knelt down in the wet grass , and bent her pretty sunny head ...
... Bébée ! Such a grand cake ! " they shouted , dancing down the lane . " Jules picked the plums , and Jeanne washed ... Bébée . Bébée ran out , breaking from the children , and knelt down in the wet grass , and bent her pretty sunny head ...
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The Silver-Burdett Readers– First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomas Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Visos knygos peržiūra - 1906 |
The Silver-Burdett Readers– First-fifth book, 4 knyga Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Visos knygos peržiūra - 1906 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ bank beautiful Bébée began bells Beth birds blue blue weather boat bright canoe child cocoanut cried danced Dandelion dear Deb's door ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER eyes face feet flax flowers forest Gavroche girl hand happy head heard heart heaven horse hour hung Indians Jack Kapaniah knew land laughed leaped light little Ben little boy lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Magsie morning mother never night o'er paint passed PAUL DU CHAILLU pine poor pretty raft rain reached river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow song star star-spangled banner stood stream sweet swim tears Thames Water things thou thought took tree turned voice waves wild WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wonderful young lady
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