The Silver-Burdett Readers: First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomasSilver, Burdett and Company, 1906 |
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... laughing ; " I have seen the world , Grass- hopper , and I know a few things , - depend upon it . Your friend the Lark does not wear those long spurs for nothing . " Mellmon The Grasshopper did not choose to contend with the Fairy , who ...
... laughing ; " I have seen the world , Grass- hopper , and I know a few things , - depend upon it . Your friend the Lark does not wear those long spurs for nothing . " Mellmon The Grasshopper did not choose to contend with the Fairy , who ...
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... laughing There among the guests assembled , Sat and fanned himself serenely With his fan of turkey - feathers . HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . TWO BOYS OF PARIS . surrounded collected parapet interrupted suggestion 43 3 TO A THRUSHI SINGING IN ...
... laughing There among the guests assembled , Sat and fanned himself serenely With his fan of turkey - feathers . HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . TWO BOYS OF PARIS . surrounded collected parapet interrupted suggestion 43 3 TO A THRUSHI SINGING IN ...
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... laughed , and parted with a friendly good - by . The Duval boy did not go till he had seen the other as he turned the corner of the street . Then I spoke to the latter , and reminded him of our former meeting . He looked at me for a 50 B.
... laughed , and parted with a friendly good - by . The Duval boy did not go till he had seen the other as he turned the corner of the street . Then I spoke to the latter , and reminded him of our former meeting . He looked at me for a 50 B.
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... laughing ; neither do I think they justly ought to be blamed , for without question , the sight was ridiculous enough to everybody but myself . Some of the people threw up stones , hoping to drive the monkey down ; but this was strictly ...
... laughing ; neither do I think they justly ought to be blamed , for without question , the sight was ridiculous enough to everybody but myself . Some of the people threw up stones , hoping to drive the monkey down ; but this was strictly ...
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... laughed to see the young lady running , with her skirts flying behind her , toward the house . It was just as likely , however , that they thought it would be only throwing away a load of gunpowder to fire at a girl , who was of no use ...
... laughed to see the young lady running , with her skirts flying behind her , toward the house . It was just as likely , however , that they thought it would be only throwing away a load of gunpowder to fire at a girl , who was of no use ...
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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 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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