The Silver-Burdett Readers: First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomasSilver, Burdett and Company, 1906 |
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... LEAVES , THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS , THE LETTER , A · John James Audubon John Greenleaf Whittier Henry W. Longfellow Edward Eggleston Richard D. Blackmore Bayard Taylor James Russell Lowell William Wordsworth ...
... LEAVES , THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS , THE LETTER , A · John James Audubon John Greenleaf Whittier Henry W. Longfellow Edward Eggleston Richard D. Blackmore Bayard Taylor James Russell Lowell William Wordsworth ...
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... leaves , and scrambled among the bushes , and were as merry as a boxful of crickets . When they approached the brook , one of the fairies jumped in to see if the water was warm enough , and the Principal One and the Next Biggest held a ...
... leaves , and scrambled among the bushes , and were as merry as a boxful of crickets . When they approached the brook , one of the fairies jumped in to see if the water was warm enough , and the Principal One and the Next Biggest held a ...
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... 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 forest ...
... 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 forest ...
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... leaves have withered , when the cold winds blow , when the snow covers the earth , I know that you suffer from hunger , and I feel sorry for you . When you come by the window , you seem to say- " Do feed me , for I am so hungry and so ...
... leaves have withered , when the cold winds blow , when the snow covers the earth , I know that you suffer from hunger , and I feel sorry for you . When you come by the window , you seem to say- " Do feed me , for I am so hungry and so ...
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... leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white - winged seeds are sowing , And in the fields , still green and fair , Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden ...
... leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white - winged seeds are sowing , And in the fields , still green and fair , Late aftermaths are growing ; When springs run low , and on the brooks , In idle golden ...
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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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227 psl. - 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. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
165 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.
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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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