The new explanatory readers. Standard 1-3, 5,6. [With] Home lesson book, Issue 3 |
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... grows luxuriantly on the southern slopes of these mountains , being found at the height of over two thousand feet , together with maize and chest- nuts . Grain , beech , and oak are met with up to the height of four thousand feet ...
... grows luxuriantly on the southern slopes of these mountains , being found at the height of over two thousand feet , together with maize and chest- nuts . Grain , beech , and oak are met with up to the height of four thousand feet ...
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... growing , as it were , right out of this fleecy cloud . Did you ever see a ship at sea grow out of a fog ? I have . First the bow appears , then one mast , then another , as though the vessel were being made by magic in mid - ocean ...
... growing , as it were , right out of this fleecy cloud . Did you ever see a ship at sea grow out of a fog ? I have . First the bow appears , then one mast , then another , as though the vessel were being made by magic in mid - ocean ...
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... growing all the time , until the mass becomes very large and heavy ; and so it rolls on , carrying away trees , rocks , and everything in its course . " Well , it seems that avalanche buried Marie's home and parents . When the spot was ...
... growing all the time , until the mass becomes very large and heavy ; and so it rolls on , carrying away trees , rocks , and everything in its course . " Well , it seems that avalanche buried Marie's home and parents . When the spot was ...
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... grow in the short , cold summers except potatoes and a little barley . Farther inland there are great forests and lakes , and ranges of mountains , where bears , wolves , and herds of wild reindeer make their home . No people could live ...
... grow in the short , cold summers except potatoes and a little barley . Farther inland there are great forests and lakes , and ranges of mountains , where bears , wolves , and herds of wild reindeer make their home . No people could live ...
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... grow chilly , and even Lars handed me the reins , while he swung and beat his arms to keep the blood in circulation . He no longer sang little songs and fragments of hymns , as when we first set out ; but he was not in the least alarmed ...
... grow chilly , and even Lars handed me the reins , while he swung and beat his arms to keep the blood in circulation . He no longer sang little songs and fragments of hymns , as when we first set out ; but he was not in the least alarmed ...
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Popular passages
Page 39 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 39 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 119 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh " 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 28 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Page 118 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Page 171 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Page 103 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 87 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 50 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 171 - Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray: Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet even these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.