Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] year, Libro 6American Book Company, 1906 |
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... Precossi , the son of the blacksmith . g cloak and looks delicate . He is when he speaks to any one , he says , nd looks up with his sad , tender eyes . s the best of them all . III . THE FIRST SNOWSTORM Here comes the beautiful friend.
... Precossi , the son of the blacksmith . g cloak and looks delicate . He is when he speaks to any one , he says , nd looks up with his sad , tender eyes . s the best of them all . III . THE FIRST SNOWSTORM Here comes the beautiful friend.
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First-[eighth] year Stratton Duluth Brooks. III . THE FIRST SNOWSTORM Here comes the beautiful friend of the childr ... come la of the hearth at home . How beautiful ! What a fine time we had wh came out of school ! All danced down the ...
First-[eighth] year Stratton Duluth Brooks. III . THE FIRST SNOWSTORM Here comes the beautiful friend of the childr ... come la of the hearth at home . How beautiful ! What a fine time we had wh came out of school ! All danced down the ...
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... come in ; you have come to e wounded man , have you not ? But e is almost well . Come here . " - did not see us in his confusion , came trying not to cry . The old man ca- the boy could not speak . ¡ " I ? Nothing . " " Well , farewell.
... come in ; you have come to e wounded man , have you not ? But e is almost well . Come here . " - did not see us in his confusion , came trying not to cry . The old man ca- the boy could not speak . ¡ " I ? Nothing . " " Well , farewell.
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... come up to the game soft he might not frighten it away , and many oth gs that are of real interest to a boy . his pictures , the Father of our Country alwa is to us very grand and solemn ; and so we lo hink of him enjoying the company ...
... come up to the game soft he might not frighten it away , and many oth gs that are of real interest to a boy . his pictures , the Father of our Country alwa is to us very grand and solemn ; and so we lo hink of him enjoying the company ...
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... a big nd came sailing directly over the kite . ng in that , father , " the young man Billy , " replied his father . " But wait come . " le pouring down , and the young man ineasily . I think that we are crazy , flying LEMENTS.
... a big nd came sailing directly over the kite . ng in that , father , " the young man Billy , " replied his father . " But wait come . " le pouring down , and the young man ineasily . I think that we are crazy , flying LEMENTS.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Anna Sewell Arachne Arla awake Baucis beautiful birds born Brahman bright Celia Thaxter Charles Kingsley child cried dear door earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes father field Flower of Liberty garden Garoffi Golden Cloud grass grew hand happy head heard heart Henry Timrod Horatius horse Jaikie JAMES BALDWIN Jean François Millet Jiminy Joshua king kite lived looked loved MARGARET DELAND morning mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nest never night ning Pacifica paint Philemon pitcher plant who plants Pocahontas poor Procrustes rain Raphael replied Robin rose clock round sandpiper shore lark side smile snow song somewhere soon spring stood story strange stranger STRATTON D sugar summer tell thee Theseus things thou thought tiger took tracks tree Uttoxeter walk wonderful young
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Página 239 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 209 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 179 - And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, " Behold, a sower went forth to sow; and when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up.
Página 240 - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm river, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 209 - Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 165 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face; "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace.
Página 240 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
Página 166 - quoth false Sextus; 'Will not the villain drown? But for this stay ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! ' 'Heaven help him ! ' quoth Lars Porsena, 'And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
Página 164 - Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.
Página 124 - 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.