Guide Books to English, كتاب 1Silver, Burdett, 1910 |
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طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adjectives Adverbs Aladdin answer apostrophe apple begin with capitals Beowulf birds blackboard busy body called capital letters Ceres CHARLES DICKENS Christmas Christopher Ludwick comma Conversation Copy cradle will rock dear diary dictionary direct quotation Edwin Henry Landseer Expressive Activities Ferdinand Magellan flowers garden girl give given name Gluck Grendel Grendel's mother head Hrothgar Hyacinthus Hygelac kind king lesson live look Magellan mean Memorize mother nest notebook nouns oriole person or thing picture plant play Pluto poem possessive plural pronouns Proserpina punctuation marks questions quotation marks robin sand table Scrooge seeds snow stanza story in class Talk teacher Tell in class Tell the story tences tree verbs wind words that describe write a paragraph Write a story Write opposite Write sentences Write the names Write the story Written Exercise
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 282 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
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 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 85 - Like ladies' skirts across the grass— 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, 0 wind, that sings so loud a song!
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 268 - 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 if any one shall cast unholy water into the river it will overwhelm him, and he will...
الصفحة 94 - What do we plant when we plant the tree? A thousand things that we daily see. "We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for our country's flag, We plant the shade from the hot sun free; We plant all these when we plant the tree.
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.