Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 3 |
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Página 49
... fathers came out of that one little land of Angeln ; but they all came from that part of the world , from the lands near the mouth of the Elbe , and that one little land has kept the English name to this day . It is a long time , 1400 ...
... fathers came out of that one little land of Angeln ; but they all came from that part of the world , from the lands near the mouth of the Elbe , and that one little land has kept the English name to this day . It is a long time , 1400 ...
Página 50
... fathers came into it , we call the Welsh to this very day . The different nations of the world have not always lived in the same countries in which they live now . Many of them have moved about a great deal , and have gone into new ...
... fathers came into it , we call the Welsh to this very day . The different nations of the world have not always lived in the same countries in which they live now . Many of them have moved about a great deal , and have gone into new ...
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... father's knee ; how cheery Burns the fire ! we are not weary ; Why should it be time for bed , Just because the clock strikes eight ? While they talk , let us be hiding , Just behind the great arm - chairs ; It may be they will forget ...
... father's knee ; how cheery Burns the fire ! we are not weary ; Why should it be time for bed , Just because the clock strikes eight ? While they talk , let us be hiding , Just behind the great arm - chairs ; It may be they will forget ...
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... father , as the train stopped in the station . " I hope the omnibus is here to take us to our inn . " " The omnibus ! " we all cried in great surprise , for we thought Venice could only be approached by water THIRD BOOK . 95 Venice.
... father , as the train stopped in the station . " I hope the omnibus is here to take us to our inn . " " The omnibus ! " we all cried in great surprise , for we thought Venice could only be approached by water THIRD BOOK . 95 Venice.
Página 96
... father was quite right ; we did go in the omnibus , only the omnibus was a boat , and a very funny boat too ! A long flat - bottomed one , with a kind of high black box , lined with cushions and turned upside down in the middle of it ...
... father was quite right ; we did go in the omnibus , only the omnibus was a boat , and a very funny boat too ! A long flat - bottomed one , with a kind of high black box , lined with cushions and turned upside down in the middle of it ...
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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...