Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 3 |
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... once eaten up by the wolf . Æsop . 10. - SONGS OF SEVEN - SEVEN TIMES ONE . dai - sies pow - der - ed sailing dai - sies pow - der - ed sail - ing tur - tle - dove vel - vet col - um - bine tur - tle - dove vel - vet col - um - bine ...
... once eaten up by the wolf . Æsop . 10. - SONGS OF SEVEN - SEVEN TIMES ONE . dai - sies pow - der - ed sailing dai - sies pow - der - ed sail - ing tur - tle - dove vel - vet col - um - bine tur - tle - dove vel - vet col - um - bine ...
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... con - tin - u - al - ly grate Once upon a time a worthy man had three gold - fish , the prettiest little fishes in the world . He put them in a clear little fish - pond , and had THIRD BOOK . 25 Seville Oranges (Ford)
... con - tin - u - al - ly grate Once upon a time a worthy man had three gold - fish , the prettiest little fishes in the world . He put them in a clear little fish - pond , and had THIRD BOOK . 25 Seville Oranges (Ford)
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... once set about making a little pleasure - trip into the large fish - pond . " " And I , " cried the other , " will in the meantime play about a while at the top of the water in the sun . ” The third gold - fish was the only one who was ...
... once set about making a little pleasure - trip into the large fish - pond . " " And I , " cried the other , " will in the meantime play about a while at the top of the water in the sun . ” The third gold - fish was the only one who was ...
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... once . The dog looks at it , wags his tail as if it was a very funny joke indeed , and then in spite of the prickles hurting him he pops his nose under the hedge - hog , and tosses it up in the air as high as he can , hoping the shock ...
... once . The dog looks at it , wags his tail as if it was a very funny joke indeed , and then in spite of the prickles hurting him he pops his nose under the hedge - hog , and tosses it up in the air as high as he can , hoping the shock ...
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... once disappear , it began to howl most piteously , and scratch away at the snow as fast as it could . But its poor little paws could do very little to lessen such a great heap of snow . As soon as it saw that all its trouble was in vain ...
... once disappear , it began to howl most piteously , and scratch away at the snow as fast as it could . But its poor little paws could do very little to lessen such a great heap of snow . As soon as it saw that all its trouble was in vain ...
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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...