Brooks's Readers: First-[eighth] year, كتاب 6American Book Company, 1906 |
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... began to rise . y ! " cried the father , as he held his key . " Have the jar ready . Hurrah ! at ? A spark , a spark , and a good one , string and try it yourself . There ! he shock ? I've proved it , boy ! I've arge the jar . " spark ...
... began to rise . y ! " cried the father , as he held his key . " Have the jar ready . Hurrah ! at ? A spark , a spark , and a good one , string and try it yourself . There ! he shock ? I've proved it , boy ! I've arge the jar . " spark ...
الصفحة 57
... simple life of a peas He loved to watch the peasants in the field o paint them at their work . Every year h paintings to Paris , and at last people began t his pictures . are . rough dresses and wooden shoes tell They carefully.
... simple life of a peas He loved to watch the peasants in the field o paint them at their work . Every year h paintings to Paris , and at last people began t his pictures . are . rough dresses and wooden shoes tell They carefully.
الصفحة 67
... began to light the lamps in the hig ouse tower . Rich red and golden they swun d in mid air ; everything was strange and fas ng and new . entered the quaint little old stone cottag was for six years our home . How curious ed , with its ...
... began to light the lamps in the hig ouse tower . Rich red and golden they swun d in mid air ; everything was strange and fas ng and new . entered the quaint little old stone cottag was for six years our home . How curious ed , with its ...
الصفحة 98
... began to s and the saddle . At length one ster got on my back and rode me w on the soft grass . It certainly ut I must say I felt rather proud to and as he continued to ride me a soon became accustomed to it . easant business was ...
... began to s and the saddle . At length one ster got on my back and rode me w on the soft grass . It certainly ut I must say I felt rather proud to and as he continued to ride me a soon became accustomed to it . easant business was ...
الصفحة 100
... began to disre- soon , I cared as little about the in as the cows and sheep did . 7e seen many horses much alarmed sight or sound of a steam engine ; good master's care , I am as fearless n as in my own stable . wants to break in a ...
... began to disre- soon , I cared as little about the in as the cows and sheep did . 7e seen many horses much alarmed sight or sound of a steam engine ; good master's care , I am as fearless n as in my own stable . wants to break in a ...
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الصفحة 239 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 209 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
الصفحة 179 - And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, " Behold, a sower went forth to sow; and when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up.
الصفحة 240 - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm river, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
الصفحة 209 - Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 165 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face; "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace.
الصفحة 240 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
الصفحة 166 - quoth false Sextus; 'Will not the villain drown? But for this stay ere close of day We should have sacked the town ! ' 'Heaven help him ! ' quoth Lars Porsena, 'And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms Was never seen before.
الصفحة 164 - Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back: And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack. But when they turned their faces, And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone, They would have crossed once more.
الصفحة 124 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.