Holton-Curry Readers, Volumen4Rand McNally & Company, 1914 |
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Página 12
... face turned to his golden light , and longed for her blossom which was to be like him , and she thought of the little brother seed asleep in the earth and felt so sorry that he , too , was not with her to see and grow . She kept calling ...
... face turned to his golden light , and longed for her blossom which was to be like him , and she thought of the little brother seed asleep in the earth and felt so sorry that he , too , was not with her to see and grow . She kept calling ...
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... face you'll meet , Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part , - Silently creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; You cannot see me coming , Nor hear my low sweet humming ; For in the starry ...
... face you'll meet , Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part , - Silently creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; You cannot see me coming , Nor hear my low sweet humming ; For in the starry ...
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... face against the glass , And eyes in which the tender dew Of pity shone , stood gazing through The narrow space her rosy lips Had melted from the frost's eclipse : " Oh , see , " she cried , " the poor blue jays ! What is it that the ...
... face against the glass , And eyes in which the tender dew Of pity shone , stood gazing through The narrow space her rosy lips Had melted from the frost's eclipse : " Oh , see , " she cried , " the poor blue jays ! What is it that the ...
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... face ! I do not believe he would ever think of sweeping or dusting up high . But Mrs. Gipsy ? No , indeed ! I could not think of rooming in the same room with her ! She has a face that is sweet and beautiful enough , but her hand - I ...
... face ! I do not believe he would ever think of sweeping or dusting up high . But Mrs. Gipsy ? No , indeed ! I could not think of rooming in the same room with her ! She has a face that is sweet and beautiful enough , but her hand - I ...
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... face , and his brow was clouded . “ C - R - O - A - K ! C - R - O - A - K ! Dear husband of mine , Tsar- evitch Ivan , why so sad ? " gently asked the frog . " Was there anything disagreeable in the palace ? " " Disagreeable indeed ...
... face , and his brow was clouded . “ C - R - O - A - K ! C - R - O - A - K ! Dear husband of mine , Tsar- evitch Ivan , why so sad ? " gently asked the frog . " Was there anything disagreeable in the palace ? " " Disagreeable indeed ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ægir Æsir Alice Allen-a-Dale answer arrow Asa Thor Asgard asked baby spiders beautiful Billy birds brother Burgomaster camel corn creeping everywhere cried dear deer dogs Dormouse Dummling earth elephant eyes father flowers forest frog garden giant give Gottlieb happy Hatter Hiawatha Hymir Ivan Tsarevitch Jack Joe-Boy JOHN BANISTER TABB Jormungand Jotunheim journey king kwil laughed lesson little rivulet live Loki look March Hare Master William meaning Milo Winter Miolnir morning mother mountain never night OLD CROW palace poem poor pupil questions quoth Read Reader Ready red deer replied round seed sleep soldier song soon Spider-Brown stanza story STUDY HELPS sure tall tell thee Thialfi things Thor's thou thought told took tree Tsar Tsarevitch Ivan turned Vassilissa walked wind wonderful words
Pasajes populares
Página 205 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays ; I babble on the pebbles.
Página 205 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel...
Página 34 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June, Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Página 105 - Flecked with leafy light and shadow. And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, 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...
Página 145 - 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 ? 1 hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Página 87 - 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! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home — They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watchdogs, All night awake.
Página 62 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!
Página 130 - Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on. "I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least — at least I mean what I say — that's the same thing, you know." "Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "Why, you might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!
Página 126 - I LIVE for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true ; For the heaven that smiles above me And awaits my spirit too ; For all human ties that bind me, For the task by God assigned me, For the bright hopes left behind me, And the good that I can do.
Página 61 - Will you walk into my parlor ? " said the spider to the fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.