The Home and Country Readers: Book one-[four], 2 knygaLittle, Brown, Company, 1918 |
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... Master Hamel had said that he would examine us on par- ticiples , and I knew not the first word about them ! For a little while I thought of playing truant and wandering in the fields . The day was so warm , so clear ! I could hear the ...
... Master Hamel had said that he would examine us on par- ticiples , and I knew not the first word about them ! For a little while I thought of playing truant and wandering in the fields . The day was so warm , so clear ! I could hear the ...
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... Master Hamel pacing to and fro , his formidable iron ferule under his arm . In the midst of that complete silence I had to open the door and go in ! You can well imagine whether I blushed and was afraid ! But , quite to the contrary , ...
... Master Hamel pacing to and fro , his formidable iron ferule under his arm . In the midst of that complete silence I had to open the door and go in ! You can well imagine whether I blushed and was afraid ! But , quite to the contrary , ...
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... Master Hamel had mounted his platform , and in the same gentle and serious voice with which he had greeted me , he said to us : " My children , this is the last day that I shall keep school . The order has come from Berlin that nothing ...
... Master Hamel had mounted his platform , and in the same gentle and serious voice with which he had greeted me , he said to us : " My children , this is the last day that I shall keep school . The order has come from Berlin that nothing ...
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... Master Hamel saying to me : " My little Frantz , I shall not scold you . You are punished enough , I think . It is so with all of us . Every day we reassure ourselves : ' Bah ! I shall have plenty of time . To - morrow I shall learn ...
... Master Hamel saying to me : " My little Frantz , I shall not scold you . You are punished enough , I think . It is so with all of us . Every day we reassure ourselves : ' Bah ! I shall have plenty of time . To - morrow I shall learn ...
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... Master Hamel , passing from one theme to another , began to speak to us about our French language . He said that it was the most beautiful language in the whole world the most clear , the most substantial ; that we must ever cherish it ...
... Master Hamel , passing from one theme to another , began to speak to us about our French language . He said that it was the most beautiful language in the whole world the most clear , the most substantial ; that we must ever cherish it ...
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The Home and Country Readers– Book one-[four], 2 knyga Mary Augusta Laselle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
apples baby Bassett beautiful BEETHOVEN Ben Jonson Bertha blue bread bring chair cheerful Christmas Cicely corn cried dear dinner door eyes farm father feet fire flowers garden Gesler girls Grace Coolidge Grandmother hand Harriet Harriet Monroe head heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Home and Country J. G. Holland Jess Johan John McNaughton Johnny johnswort knew land laughed Lincoln look manor Master Hamel merry moonlight moonlight plays morning mother never Nick night Pericles Phidias poor Prue Queen ready round Sam Walter Foss Scrooge seemed Shakespeare side sing sleep song spot in Arcady stand stood story Summer Moon sweet Tell Thanksgiving thee things thou thought Tilly Tiny Tim tree turkey walk William Shakespeare wind window wood
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64 psl. - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
64 psl. - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
186 psl. - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
209 psl. - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
239 psl. - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
230 psl. - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ? When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
228 psl. - Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by...
192 psl. - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
193 psl. - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever !" All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead ; And when I ask.
45 psl. - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!