The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Libro 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... earth through the leaves , that he wished he had not been so boastful ; but there 25 was Blair behind him , astride of the roof , her eyes fastened on him with a somewhat defiant gaze . He thought how Steve would jeer if he knew he 18 ...
... earth through the leaves , that he wished he had not been so boastful ; but there 25 was Blair behind him , astride of the roof , her eyes fastened on him with a somewhat defiant gaze . He thought how Steve would jeer if he knew he 18 ...
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... earth that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles , - Ay , look , and he'll smile thy gloom away . wilding wild . : — -azure : the clear blue of the sky . CURING BULLDOG IAN MACLAREN IAN MACLAREN is the pen name.
... earth that smiles in his ray , On the leaping waters and gay young isles , - Ay , look , and he'll smile thy gloom away . wilding wild . : — -azure : the clear blue of the sky . CURING BULLDOG IAN MACLAREN IAN MACLAREN is the pen name.
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... earth . - normal : nat- ural.— prescriptions : directions for preparing medicine . — essence : the elements of which a thing is made ; the predominant qualities . – scuttled : hurried . — intrepid : brave . - ruthless : without pity ...
... earth . - normal : nat- ural.— prescriptions : directions for preparing medicine . — essence : the elements of which a thing is made ; the predominant qualities . – scuttled : hurried . — intrepid : brave . - ruthless : without pity ...
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... earth so well if we had had no childhood in it , — if 20 it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass , the same hips ...
... earth so well if we had had no childhood in it , — if 20 it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass , the same hips ...
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... earth under us 10 rushing away , and the air left far behind us , and my breath came and went , and I prayed to God , and was sorry to be so late of it . All the long swift while , without power of thought , I clung to her crest and ...
... earth under us 10 rushing away , and the air left far behind us , and my breath came and went , and I prayed to God , and was sorry to be so late of it . All the long swift while , without power of thought , I clung to her crest and ...
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The Hill Readers, Libro 5 Daniel Harvey Hill,Frank Lincoln Stevens,Charles William Burkett Vista completa - 1906 |
The Hill Readers, Libro 5 Daniel Harvey Hill,Frank Lincoln Stevens,Charles William Burkett Vista completa - 1906 |
Términos y frases comunes
answer Arion arms asked beautiful began bells bird born breath called cane child cried Dante dark death delight earth England English eyes face farmer father fear feet France French gave Gavroche George Eliot give green hand Hansli head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WOODFIN GRADY HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ hills of Habersham honor horse John JOHN BANISTER TABB JOHN BROWN GORDON Katinka king knew land Laurens Leicester listen lived look lord Lygia master mother Nausicaa never Nicholas Nickleby night old gum boot PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE Periander phaëton plantation play poems Queen RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE Sancho Shakespeare sick little oyster silence sing smile snow soldier song Speug stood story TELL thee things thou thought took turned valleys of Hall voice Waspik watch wild William young ZEBULON BAIRD VANCE
Pasajes populares
Página 240 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls...
Página 282 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 415 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 252 - Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
Página 320 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 196 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Página 283 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 320 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Página 319 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Página 282 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel...