Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 3 |
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... dear , I think not , ” replied Mrs Lester . " I will tell you why I say I will not - you are nine years old now , and ought to be able to understand that you must not content yourself with giving help which costs you nothing . Unless ...
... dear , I think not , ” replied Mrs Lester . " I will tell you why I say I will not - you are nine years old now , and ought to be able to understand that you must not content yourself with giving help which costs you nothing . Unless ...
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... dear sweet violets found no one to buy them . The first day they sold eighteen bunches , and so they made eighteenpence , and Mary , well pleased , put the basket with the scissors and thread in it , in the summer house , to be ready ...
... dear sweet violets found no one to buy them . The first day they sold eighteen bunches , and so they made eighteenpence , and Mary , well pleased , put the basket with the scissors and thread in it , in the summer house , to be ready ...
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... dear , you have learned another thing as well - that helping others in any way , no matter how you do it , always is real pleasure . " fair - est fair - est spir - it spir THIRD BOOK . 11 The Three Gold-fish (from the German)
... dear , you have learned another thing as well - that helping others in any way , no matter how you do it , always is real pleasure . " fair - est fair - est spir - it spir THIRD BOOK . 11 The Three Gold-fish (from the German)
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... Dear little baby day by day We watched as on its bed it lay ; And oft its eyes it opened wide , And smiled to see us at its side : - The clothes are on the empty bed ; But where is little baby fled ? sigh - ed Its limbs were growing ...
... Dear little baby day by day We watched as on its bed it lay ; And oft its eyes it opened wide , And smiled to see us at its side : - The clothes are on the empty bed ; But where is little baby fled ? sigh - ed Its limbs were growing ...
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... dear ; - -Yet not more angel there than here ! F. T. Palgrave . 6. THE TAKING OF ROXBURGH CASTLE . im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d arm - our sen - tin - el strag - gling ...
... dear ; - -Yet not more angel there than here ! F. T. Palgrave . 6. THE TAKING OF ROXBURGH CASTLE . im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d arm - our sen - tin - el strag - gling ...
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Términos y frases comunes
animal as-ton-ish-ed Aunt Judy's Magazine baby beautiful bees Bella Binnock birds blue bound in cloth breathe bright buck-wheat called carriage castle cells chimney cobbler colour Columbus corral cottage cried dear door Dora Greenwell echoing green elephants Europe G eyes F. T. Palgrave fang father flowers Foolscap 8vo fresh Goletta grass green head hearth herd horses insects king land leaves little birdie live look mind monk morning move neat cover nest never night noise once one-eyed servant PHILIPS poison poor pretty rain raisins replied round Samples of words seen shining side sight sing snake St Mark's College sweet tell thee thing thou thought Tis green tree Tunis Venice whilst William Blake William Lawson window wings wonder young
Pasajes populares
Página 187 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 140 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página 20 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Página 177 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to Nature's lesson, given By the blessed birds of heaven ! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy : — " Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow...
Página 156 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide : Then, here reposing, let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
Página 24 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Página 25 - They are only one times one. 0 moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright! ah, bright! but your light is failing— You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Página 186 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near. Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 84 - gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen.
Página 141 - The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...