The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, 4 knyga |
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He shall rest for , at least , to - night ! " - But at dawn , when the birds were waking , As they watched in the silent room , With the sound of a strained cord breaking , A something snapped in the gloom .
He shall rest for , at least , to - night ! " - But at dawn , when the birds were waking , As they watched in the silent room , With the sound of a strained cord breaking , A something snapped in the gloom .
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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 child cocoanut colors cried danced Dandelion dear Deb's mother eyes face Fairy father feet flax flowers forest Gavroche green hand happy head heard heart heaven high-chair horse hour Indians Jack jack-o'-lantern Kapaniah knew land laughing leaped light little Ben little girl lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT morning never night o'er paint passed PAUL DU CHAILLU pine poor pretty Princess raft rain reached river rose round sail Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow soft song star star-spangled banner stood swans sweet swim Thames Water things thou thought tree voice waves wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wonder yellow young lady Zaandam
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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.
215 psl. - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
240 psl. - Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
89 psl. - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
210 psl. - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
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.
167 psl. - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery water-break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, ' I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
248 psl. - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared This was their welcome home.
240 psl. - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Silver-Burdett Readers First-fifth book, 4 knyga MMC new century New century series The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth Book, Thomas Minard Balliet |
| Autoriai | Ella Marie Powers, Thomas Minard Balliet |
| Leidėjas | Silver, Burdett, 1906 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 28 kovo 2007 |
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