The Child Life Fifth Reader, كتاب 5London, 1902 - 375 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... Once upon a time , it was so long ago that the whole world has forgotten the date , in a city in the north of Europe , whose name is so difficult to pronounce that nobody remembers it , -once upon a time there was a little boy of seven ...
... Once upon a time , it was so long ago that the whole world has forgotten the date , in a city in the north of Europe , whose name is so difficult to pronounce that nobody remembers it , -once upon a time there was a little boy of seven ...
الصفحة 18
... once or twice , and I knew it quite well . At the end of the lane there is a stile , by which you go into a field , and at the other end you get over another stile , and find yourself in the highroad . " If this is your field , Sandy ...
... once or twice , and I knew it quite well . At the end of the lane there is a stile , by which you go into a field , and at the other end you get over another stile , and find yourself in the highroad . " If this is your field , Sandy ...
الصفحة 21
... his pockets , Sandy turned them back , and jumping up said : " One can tell a secret only once . It's a hollow oak . Come along ! " He ran and we ran to the other side of our field . I had read of hollow oaks , and seen pictures of 213.
... his pockets , Sandy turned them back , and jumping up said : " One can tell a secret only once . It's a hollow oak . Come along ! " He ran and we ran to the other side of our field . I had read of hollow oaks , and seen pictures of 213.
الصفحة 22
... once I dreamed of one with a witch inside , but we had never had one to play in . We were nearly wild with delight . It looked solid from the field , but when we pushed behind on the hedge side , there was the door , and I crept in ...
... once I dreamed of one with a witch inside , but we had never had one to play in . We were nearly wild with delight . It looked solid from the field , but when we pushed behind on the hedge side , there was the door , and I crept in ...
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... Once we got as far as twopence halfpenny , and then one day Richard came to me and said , " I must have some more string for my kite . You might lend me a penny out of Perronet's tax money till I can get some money of my own . " So I ...
... Once we got as far as twopence halfpenny , and then one day Richard came to me and said , " I must have some more string for my kite . You might lend me a penny out of Perronet's tax money till I can get some money of my own . " So I ...
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الصفحة 82 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
الصفحة 86 - 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 364 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
الصفحة 87 - 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 327 - Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering.
الصفحة 135 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
الصفحة 342 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
الصفحة 335 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals of foolish, well-oiled dispositions who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to...
الصفحة 365 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
الصفحة 335 - Morning, noon, and night her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.