Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, 4 knygaOrville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1888 |
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... wind swings us merrily to and fro , and the sun smiles upon us every day . " " Oh , no ! " answered the white flowers . " We are not at all sorry , for we too are very , very happy . " 66 7. But morning - glory vines should always live ...
... wind swings us merrily to and fro , and the sun smiles upon us every day . " " Oh , no ! " answered the white flowers . " We are not at all sorry , for we too are very , very happy . " 66 7. But morning - glory vines should always live ...
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... winds . When the weather cleared up they found themselves close to a strange land whose low shores were overgrown with trees and shrubs . 5. But Biarni knew that this could not be Greenland . That country , he had been told , could be ...
... winds . When the weather cleared up they found themselves close to a strange land whose low shores were overgrown with trees and shrubs . 5. But Biarni knew that this could not be Greenland . That country , he had been told , could be ...
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... wind , and swinging back and forth , lightly and lazily , with the motion of the water . 2. If we come close to the edge where the rushes are growing , and look down through the clear water , we shall see some ugly and clumsy black bugs ...
... wind , and swinging back and forth , lightly and lazily , with the motion of the water . 2. If we come close to the edge where the rushes are growing , and look down through the clear water , we shall see some ugly and clumsy black bugs ...
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... wind and the snow and the hail and the rain . That make such a bustle and noise in vain , But I'll be as busy as they . " 2. So he flew to the mountain , and powdered its cres He lit on the trees , and their boughs he dressed With ...
... wind and the snow and the hail and the rain . That make such a bustle and noise in vain , But I'll be as busy as they . " 2. So he flew to the mountain , and powdered its cres He lit on the trees , and their boughs he dressed With ...
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... winds had drifted from the west . Reeds very much like those which grew in India had floated to the shores of Portugal , and the bodies of two men , unlike any other human beings , had been seen floating in the water far from land ...
... winds had drifted from the west . Reeds very much like those which grew in India had floated to the shores of Portugal , and the bodies of two men , unlike any other human beings , had been seen floating in the water far from land ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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...