Third Year Language ReaderMacmillan, 1906 - 284 pàgines |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Androcles apple branch asked baby Beast beautiful birds blew brother Caldon Low captain CHRISTINA G cold cried daughter dinner Duck Duckling Esop's Fables eyes fairy father fish fishhook flowers Frog gentian gold green HANS CHRISTIAN ANDersen happy heard Hiawatha jewel Killingworth kind king's land laughed line that tells Lion little birdie little girl Little white Lily live looked merchant mice morning mother Mount Beautiful Mouse deer Mouse Tower night Nokomis north wind doth Oral Exercise palace paragraphs tell poor little poor thing Prince Fire-fade Princess Pearl puss pussy question Read the line ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Sea King seen sheep ship sisters sleep soon stanza Stork thought told tortoise Town Mouse tree ugly Urashima village warm wild geese woodman words Write a statement young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 160 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Pàgina 199 - Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Pàgina xvi - He'll sit in a barn, and keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
Pàgina 107 - Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Pàgina xi - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pàgina 127 - Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Pàgina 68 - I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the Moon will go; It is a lady, sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there. For, when at morning I arise, There's not a star left in the skies; She's picked them all and dropped them down Into the meadows of the town.
Pàgina 151 - I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my Love loves me !'
Pàgina 81 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden...
Pàgina 194 - There the wrinkled, old Nokomis Nursed the little Hiawatha, Rocked him in his linden cradle, Bedded soft in moss and rushes, Safely bound with reindeer sinews; Stilled his fretful wail by saying, "Hush! the Naked Bear will get thee!" Lulled him into slumber, singing, "Ewa-yea! my little owlet!