The Hill Readers: Book [one-five], Libro 5Ginn, 1906 |
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... lived a few miles off across the river , at Birdwood , perhaps the next most considerable place to Red Rock in that section . She was a slim little girl with a rather pale face , large brown eyes , and hair that was always blowing into ...
... lived a few miles off across the river , at Birdwood , perhaps the next most considerable place to Red Rock in that section . She was a slim little girl with a rather pale face , large brown eyes , and hair that was always blowing into ...
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... lived in the quiet of the back- woods of Canada , and from his eleventh to his sixteenth year his 5 home was on the Western plains . Thus the young observer of nature had ample opportunity to begin the study of wild animals and their ...
... lived in the quiet of the back- woods of Canada , and from his eleventh to his sixteenth year his 5 home was on the Western plains . Thus the young observer of nature had ample opportunity to begin the study of wild animals and their ...
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... lived the life of a country doctor , busy , beloved , useful . Little Giffen was based on an incident of the Civil War . 5 The young hero of the poem was taken to the poet's own home . Out of the focal and foremost fire , Out of the ...
... lived the life of a country doctor , busy , beloved , useful . Little Giffen was based on an incident of the Civil War . 5 The young hero of the poem was taken to the poet's own home . Out of the focal and foremost fire , Out of the ...
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... lived a large family of oysters 15 noted for their beauty and size . But among them was one so small , so feeble , and so ill - looking as to excite the pity , if not the contempt , of the others . The father , a venerable , bearded ...
... lived a large family of oysters 15 noted for their beauty and size . But among them was one so small , so feeble , and so ill - looking as to excite the pity , if not the contempt , of the others . The father , a venerable , bearded ...
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... He threw away the plasters , the cod - liver oil , and the 25 essence of distilled cuttlefish , and said it was a wonder that the child had lived through it all . " Will you please bring me two tumblerfuls of water 38 THE HILL READERS.
... He threw away the plasters , the cod - liver oil , and the 25 essence of distilled cuttlefish , and said it was a wonder that the child had lived through it all . " Will you please bring me two tumblerfuls of water 38 THE HILL READERS.
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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...