Guide Books to English, كتاب 1Silver, Burdett, 1908 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
abbreviations adjectives Aladdin answer apple baby begin with capitals Beowulf Betsy Ross bird blackboard brave bugs called capital letters Ceres CHARLES DICKENS Christmas Christopher Ludwick comma Conversation Copy cradle will rock crickets Danes dear diary Expressive Activities fable Ferdinand Magellan flowers garden girl give given name Grendel Grendel's mother head Hrothgar Hyacinthus Hygelac JOHN RUSKIN kind king lesson live look Magellan mean Memorize nest notebook nouns oriole Paint picture plant play plural poem pronouns Proserpina questions quotation marks robin ROBIN'S NEST salutation sand table Saxons Scrooge seeds snow stanza story in class Talk teacher Tell the story terrarium tree verbs wind words that describe Write a letter Write a paragraph Write a story Write opposite Write sentences Write the names Write the story Written Exercise
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 59 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
الصفحة 242 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
الصفحة 283 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
الصفحة 158 - GOD sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.
الصفحة 205 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
الصفحة 236 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
الصفحة 85 - 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!
الصفحة 282 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
الصفحة 268 - ... stronger king, from whose enchantments you have this instant freed me. What I have seen of you, and your conduct to your wicked brothers, renders me willing to serve you; therefore, attend to what I tell you. Whoever shall climb to the top of that mountain from which you see the Golden River issue, and shall cast into the stream at its source three drops of holy water, for him, and for him only, the river shall turn to gold. But no one failing in his first, can succeed in a second attempt; and...
الصفحة 230 - you don't think me ill used when I pay a day's wages for no work." The clerk observed that it was only once a year. "A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every twenty-fifth of December!" said Scrooge, buttoning his greatcoat to the chin. "But I suppose you must have the whole day. Be here all the earlier next morning.