Brooks's Readers: Sixth, Seventh and Eighth YearsAmerican book Company, 1907 |
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... Tell me who did it ? " and they looked at the hands of the boys to see whether they were wet with snow . Garoffi was standing beside me . I noticed that he was trembling like a leaf , and that his face was deathly white . " Who was it ...
... Tell me who did it ? " and they looked at the hands of the boys to see whether they were wet with snow . Garoffi was standing beside me . I noticed that he was trembling like a leaf , and that his face was deathly white . " Who was it ...
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... tell your father and mother that all is well with me ; let them not worry any more on my account . " But Garoffi did not move . He seemed to have something to say which he dared not utter . " What have you to tell me ? What do you wish ...
... tell your father and mother that all is well with me ; let them not worry any more on my account . " But Garoffi did not move . He seemed to have something to say which he dared not utter . " What have you to tell me ? What do you wish ...
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... tell me why it is that you Squirrels are always so happy . I am always melan- choly , but I see you playing and leaping all the time in the trees . " The Squirrel said , " Let me go first , and then I will tell you , but now I am afraid ...
... tell me why it is that you Squirrels are always so happy . I am always melan- choly , but I see you playing and leaping all the time in the trees . " The Squirrel said , " Let me go first , and then I will tell you , but now I am afraid ...
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... tell me how you grew so strong . " And the river answered in his rushing voice : " I stayed among the hills until my time had come . Then they opened their gates and sent me out . The little brooks lent me their strength and every day I ...
... tell me how you grew so strong . " And the river answered in his rushing voice : " I stayed among the hills until my time had come . Then they opened their gates and sent me out . The little brooks lent me their strength and every day I ...
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... tell a story . I am fond of boys and girls , and though I have seen many cruel men and women , I have seen few cruel children . I think the more stories there are written about dumb animals , the better it will be for us . I was born in ...
... tell a story . I am fond of boys and girls , and though I have seen many cruel men and women , I have seen few cruel children . I think the more stories there are written about dumb animals , the better it will be for us . I was born in ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 433 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
الصفحة 435 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair ! How they clang, and clash, and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air...
الصفحة 328 - Peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ! What is it that gentlemen wish ? what would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God. — I know not what course others may take, but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death ! LESSON...
الصفحة 321 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 211 - Tiber ! Father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day !" So he spake, and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide.
الصفحة 435 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
الصفحة 225 - 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 210 - 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 254 - 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...
الصفحة 252 - The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.