The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, 4 knygaSilver, Burdett, 1906 |
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... hours , when from their bowers their songs come upon our ears and gladden our hearts . Their melodies have often told me how happy they were , and how much one bird loved another . They are the poets of nature . Oh , little birds , I ...
... hours , when from their bowers their songs come upon our ears and gladden our hearts . Their melodies have often told me how happy they were , and how much one bird loved another . They are the poets of nature . Oh , little birds , I ...
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... hour October's bright blue weather , When loud the bumblebee makes haste , Belated , thriftless vagrant , And Golden - Rod is dying fast , And lanes with grapes are fragrant ; When Gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the ...
... hour October's bright blue weather , When loud the bumblebee makes haste , Belated , thriftless vagrant , And Golden - Rod is dying fast , And lanes with grapes are fragrant ; When Gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the ...
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... hour by hour , October's bright blue weather . O suns and skies and flowers of June , Count all your boasts together , Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather . HELEN HUNT JACKSON . Wide flush the fields ; the ...
... hour by hour , October's bright blue weather . O suns and skies and flowers of June , Count all your boasts together , Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather . HELEN HUNT JACKSON . Wide flush the fields ; the ...
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... find his way home . " " Why do you not ask his name , and where he lives ? " " They have been doing it for the last hour ; but all he can say is that he is called Charles , and that his father is Mr. Duval . There are twelve hundred +45 3.
... find his way home . " " Why do you not ask his name , and where he lives ? " " They have been doing it for the last hour ; but all he can say is that he is called Charles , and that his father is Mr. Duval . There are twelve hundred +45 3.
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... hour ; nor did he give himself time to eat more than a mouthful or two of food before he hurried back to the garret again . The next day , and the next , he was just as busy as ever ; until at last his mother thought it time to ...
... hour ; nor did he give himself time to eat more than a mouthful or two of food before he hurried back to the garret again . The next day , and the next , he was just as busy as ever ; until at last his mother thought it time to ...
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The Silver-Burdett Readers– First-fifth book, 4 knyga 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 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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214 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.
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