The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Libro 3C. Sower Company, 1899 |
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... rest . Once he was on the point of draw- ing his arm away . No ; he could not do that . The angry waters would rush through and de- stroy the entire town . Bravely he suffered and waited . In the early dawn the village pastor , walking ...
... rest . Once he was on the point of draw- ing his arm away . No ; he could not do that . The angry waters would rush through and de- stroy the entire town . Bravely he suffered and waited . In the early dawn the village pastor , walking ...
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... rest . As the twilight shadows fall upon field and forest , how much of the real rest of life comes to the weary worker ! The quiet of the evening is so restful . The noisy whirl of spindle and of wheel is stilled . The fading landscape ...
... rest . As the twilight shadows fall upon field and forest , how much of the real rest of life comes to the weary worker ! The quiet of the evening is so restful . The noisy whirl of spindle and of wheel is stilled . The fading landscape ...
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... rest . The kitten was tired , too . She ran out into the road and curled up to sleep . Soon Cedric looked up . Down the hill came five knights , with Sir Rol- lin at the front . Kitty was fast asleep in the road . Cedric was afraid the ...
... rest . The kitten was tired , too . She ran out into the road and curled up to sleep . Soon Cedric looked up . Down the hill came five knights , with Sir Rol- lin at the front . Kitty was fast asleep in the road . Cedric was afraid the ...
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... all good things . But the king was not content , and bade them still grind on . He them a very short time to rest . Angry at last they changed gave their song and began to grind out an army to THIRD READER . 85 -HOW THE SEA BECAME SALT.
... all good things . But the king was not content , and bade them still grind on . He them a very short time to rest . Angry at last they changed gave their song and began to grind out an army to THIRD READER . 85 -HOW THE SEA BECAME SALT.
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... rest . He looked at the miller and said , " Miller , how is it that you are so happy , though you are poor and have to work hard ? " And the miller answered , " I am happy because I can work and earn my bread . I owe no man , and I have ...
... rest . He looked at the miller and said , " Miller , how is it that you are so happy , though you are poor and have to work hard ? " And the miller answered , " I am happy because I can work and earn my bread . I owe no man , and I have ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alexandre Alsace asked barefoot boy basket-maker beautiful began birds boat brave bright bucket Buzz called Cedric child Christel cicada city mouse cloak cold colors country mouse crow dandelions dear dike Diogenes dipper eggs eyes Fido Floss Floss-Hair flowers frog glad grass green ground happy head heard heart Hiawatha Huldah insects Isaac Newton ivy green kill king laughed learned lesson lived looked loved master meadow morning mother mountain nest night old oaken bucket once Oscar pins plants poor pupil puppy Pussy Pussy Willow queen reading red deer reeds rich river Robert Fulton saltpeter sing Sir Rollin sleep song soon Spanish forts Sparta Spider stones straw stream sweet tadpole teacher tell things THIRD READER thought toad told walk wall wanted whip-poor-will wind young
Pasajes populares
Página 194 - 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! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 222 - Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow; Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him!
Página 193 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Página 145 - THE BAREFOOT BOY BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; 291 From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Página 218 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Página 176 - 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 180 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Página 166 - Alas, alas ! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by ; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue — Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing ! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 180 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Página 182 - Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well ; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in his well.