First (-Fourth) reading book, Livro 3 |
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Página 35
... streams and crystal brooks , to bathe her languid limbs . The brooks and rivulets fly from her , and are dried up at her approach . She cools her parched lips with berries , and the grateful acid of fruits . The tanned haymakers welcome ...
... streams and crystal brooks , to bathe her languid limbs . The brooks and rivulets fly from her , and are dried up at her approach . She cools her parched lips with berries , and the grateful acid of fruits . The tanned haymakers welcome ...
Página 58
... stream , running between walls of stone built across the river , with certain places left open , through which the water rushed with great force . Some of these baskets were more than twenty feet long , and when once a fish had gone in ...
... stream , running between walls of stone built across the river , with certain places left open , through which the water rushed with great force . Some of these baskets were more than twenty feet long , and when once a fish had gone in ...
Página 59
Philip George and son, ltd. just as they come from the stream , in a wooden mortar , and exposing them to dry in the sun , in large lumps like sugar loaves . On the 21st December , about noon , Park entered the capital of Bondou . As ...
Philip George and son, ltd. just as they come from the stream , in a wooden mortar , and exposing them to dry in the sun , in large lumps like sugar loaves . On the 21st December , about noon , Park entered the capital of Bondou . As ...
Página 64
... stream , in attempting to escape . One slave only remained in the boat ; who , seeing the natives continue to throw their weapons at the canoe , stood up , and said to them , ' Stop throwing now ; you see nothing in the canoe , and no ...
... stream , in attempting to escape . One slave only remained in the boat ; who , seeing the natives continue to throw their weapons at the canoe , stood up , and said to them , ' Stop throwing now ; you see nothing in the canoe , and no ...
Página 108
... stream . The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along ...
... stream . The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
animal began bird brother brought called carry Caterpillar Chicory child clothes colour Cordelia creature cried crocodile daughter dear Dick DICK WHITTINGTON Duke of Burgundy England eyes father feet Fitzwarren flew flowers Frank garden gave Gelert Gilpin gold Goneril hand head heard heart Horned Owl horse John Gilpin kind King King Lear labour land Lear length lion lived look Lord master morning mother nest never night orange colour pick your road plants poor pretty Queen Cordelia replied returned rich river round seeds seen Selwood Forest servants Shag shark ship shore sisters soon stream strong sugar tell things thought told took trees turned village walk white shark Whittington wife wind wolf wonderful wood Woodland House young Zealand
Passagens conhecidas
Página 228 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Página 232 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware!" So, turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Página 228 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 232 - Ah ! luckless speech, and bootless boast, For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear ; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Página 136 - That, Father! will I gladly do: Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon!
Página 226 - I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 108 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Página 226 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 143 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 230 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!