Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 3 |
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... passed , and they never seemed to get any nearer , and the same , never ending distance of empty sea stretched before them , they became more and more fearful , and felt they were each day further from help and home . Sometimes they ...
... passed , and they never seemed to get any nearer , and the same , never ending distance of empty sea stretched before them , they became more and more fearful , and felt they were each day further from help and home . Sometimes they ...
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... passed the previous night . Here it barked with strange friend- liness at the monks , drew them by their clothes , ran to the door , came back again , looked towards the door , and barked again , howled and scratched , and in this way ...
... passed the previous night . Here it barked with strange friend- liness at the monks , drew them by their clothes , ran to the door , came back again , looked towards the door , and barked again , howled and scratched , and in this way ...
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... passed them , and then joining the cry behind them , they too drove them on with more noise than ever . The tumult increased as the terri- fied rout drew near , swelling now on one side , now on the other , as the herd in their panic ...
... passed them , and then joining the cry behind them , they too drove them on with more noise than ever . The tumult increased as the terri- fied rout drew near , swelling now on one side , now on the other , as the herd in their panic ...
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... passed . As she got near the herd , they came to meet her , and the leader having advanced to the front alone , came and passed his trunk gently over her head , and then turned and paced slowly back to his unhappy companions . Siribeddi ...
... passed . As she got near the herd , they came to meet her , and the leader having advanced to the front alone , came and passed his trunk gently over her head , and then turned and paced slowly back to his unhappy companions . Siribeddi ...
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... passing around us ; five different ways of receiving pleasure and five of feeling pain ; five of finding out what is good and safe for us - and five to help us to learn what to be on our guard against . If we see a mad bull coming , we ...
... passing around us ; five different ways of receiving pleasure and five of feeling pain ; five of finding out what is good and safe for us - and five to help us to learn what to be on our guard against . If we see a mad bull coming , we ...
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Términos y frases comunes
animal asked ATLAS baby beautiful bees began birds blue body branches breathe bright called castle child close cloth cobbler colour coming corral covered cried dear door earth elephants eyes face father fire five flowers followed fresh friends give green hand head herd horses hour hundred insects keep kind king knew land leaves light live look lost Maps means mind monk morning mother move nest never night once passed Persian PHILIPS play poor pretty ready replied rest rock round seemed seen servant side sight soon sound street sure sweet tell thing thou thought took tree turned voice 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...