The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, 4 knygaSilver, Burdett, 1906 |
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... green 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 ...
... green 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 ...
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... green and fair , Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden freighting , Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods , for winter waiting ; When comrades seek sweet country haunts , By ...
... green and fair , Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden freighting , Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods , for winter waiting ; When comrades seek sweet country haunts , By ...
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... green thing . And the flax stalk raised itself higher and higher , and , near the close of summer , it bore a little blue helmet on its head . " Thou art so beautiful ! " said the tall pine . The flax bowed itself low toward the ground ...
... green thing . And the flax stalk raised itself higher and higher , and , near the close of summer , it bore a little blue helmet on its head . " Thou art so beautiful ! " said the tall pine . The flax bowed itself low toward the ground ...
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... green pastures by the Great Ash . Life did not change for Tom and Maggie ; and yet they were not wrong in believing that the thoughts and loves of those first years would always make part of their lives . [ Abridgment . ] GEORGE ELIOT ...
... green pastures by the Great Ash . Life did not change for Tom and Maggie ; and yet they were not wrong in believing that the thoughts and loves of those first years would always make part of their lives . [ Abridgment . ] GEORGE ELIOT ...
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... green by mixing the yellow with the blue . Our friend Ben was over- joyed , and doubtless showed his gratitude to the Indians by taking their likenesses in the strange dresses which they wore , with feathers , tomahawks , and bows and ...
... green by mixing the yellow with the blue . Our friend Ben was over- joyed , and doubtless showed his gratitude to the Indians by taking their likenesses in the strange dresses which they wore , with feathers , tomahawks , and bows and ...
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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 EMILE SOUVESTRE eyes face feet fell flax flowers forest Gavroche girl green hand happy head heard heart heaven horse hour Indians Jack Kapaniah knew land laughed leaped light little Ben little boy lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Maggie Magsie morning mother never night o'er paint passed PAUL DU CHAILLU Pewee pine poor raft rain reached river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow soft song star star-spangled banner stood sweet swim Thames Water thing thou thought tree turned voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wonderful yellow young lady
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