The Morse Readers; Practical Graded Text, Книга 3Morse Company, 1902 - 136 стор. |
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The Morse Readers: Practical Graded Text ... Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Повний перегляд - 1902 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ Antar arrow baker's wife beast beautiful Blynken bright Callisto camel child cold crickets cried donkey dream Dummling ELIHU BURRITT Emperor Eolus EUGENE FIELD eyes father feet fell flew flowers forest four crickets friends Gessler glad gold Gracie green grew gypsy happy head heard heart horse Jackanapes JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN WHITE CHADWICK kill king knew land legs light lion Little birds little boy little maiden little sparrow lived Lollo looked loved morning mother nest night once palace poor pretty princess Queen ride ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rock rode rooster Ruth sailed ship shoe sing slave sleep smile Snowdrop song soon stag stone-cutter stood sunshine sweet Theseus thought Thrush Tip-top told took tree Ulysses wild WILHELM GRIMM William Tell Willie wind wish wolf Wynken young
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Сторінка 175 - So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Сторінка 174 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. "And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was, sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Сторінка 174 - Then did the little Maid reply 'Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.' 'You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five.' Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The Little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door.
Сторінка 173 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Сторінка 13 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Сторінка 134 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Сторінка 179 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Сторінка 45 - Knowledge never learned of schools : Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl, and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well ; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Сторінка 101 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content,...
Сторінка 91 - And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink.