Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... Waves and Tides 27. How Thor's Boasting Came to Naught 28. Four Sunbeams . 29. Do Animals Think ? 30. The Story of a Brave Girl . I 31. The Story of a Brave Girl . II . 32. The Power of the Sunbeams 33. Little Gretchen . 34. Life on the ...
... Waves and Tides 27. How Thor's Boasting Came to Naught 28. Four Sunbeams . 29. Do Animals Think ? 30. The Story of a Brave Girl . I 31. The Story of a Brave Girl . II . 32. The Power of the Sunbeams 33. Little Gretchen . 34. Life on the ...
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... called ; but I ha been told that Indians were very cunning , and think ing that they might have found it out in some way I did not answer . Then there came a voice. The Last Voyages of Columbus The Work of the Waves and Tides.
... called ; but I ha been told that Indians were very cunning , and think ing that they might have found it out in some way I did not answer . Then there came a voice. The Last Voyages of Columbus The Work of the Waves and Tides.
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... wave just ready to put on its cap of white foam , a fall over with a grand roar upon the shore . How spray will fly as ... waves climbing up the beach , try to learn somethi about the beauty and the mystery of the mighty deep . you live ...
... wave just ready to put on its cap of white foam , a fall over with a grand roar upon the shore . How spray will fly as ... waves climbing up the beach , try to learn somethi about the beauty and the mystery of the mighty deep . you live ...
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... wave just ready to break . did it come from ? How long have these waves pounding upon the shore ? How old is the sea ? I wait here a little while , you will notice that the wave slowly coming nearer and nearer , or are moving off , ing ...
... wave just ready to break . did it come from ? How long have these waves pounding upon the shore ? How old is the sea ? I wait here a little while , you will notice that the wave slowly coming nearer and nearer , or are moving off , ing ...
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... tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloud his tempest tune , And tells how goeth the world below , And why the southwest blasts do blow . 32 FOURTH READER . I never was on the dull FOURTH READER . 31 The Gorilla.
... tide , When every mad wave drowns the moon , Or whistles aloud his tempest tune , And tells how goeth the world below , And why the southwest blasts do blow . 32 FOURTH READER . I never was on the dull FOURTH READER . 31 The Gorilla.
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
animal Antonio Canova Apolda asked Balboa beautiful began birds brave Bregenz bright Caldon Low called captain child Christopher Columbus Columbus cried Cynthia dark earth eyes father fell fire flowers FOURTH READER George giant gold gorilla grass Greenland Haiti hand Hatto head heard heart hill horse Indians island JOHN ESTEN COOKE kind king knew land laugh learned leaves Leif Ericsson LESSON light Little Jerry lived look Lord Cornwallis lumbus morning mother MOUNT VESUVIUS mountains nest never night o'er old oaken bucket once peasant poor reached rich river rocks round sail sailors seen sent ship shore soon Star-Spangled Banner steam stone stood stopped story strange teakettle tell things Thor thought told trees turned vessel voyage waves wild wind wonderful woods WORDS young
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366 psl. - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
180 psl. - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
138 psl. - We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know its walls of thorny vines. Its glades of reedy grass, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear; . When, waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again...
364 psl. - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
182 psl. - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
183 psl. - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave...
138 psl. - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
173 psl. - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
348 psl. - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
182 psl. - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...