The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Livro 4Silver, Burdett, 1906 |
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The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, Livro 4 Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Visualização integral - 1906 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ABBY MORTON DIAZ bank beautiful Bébée began bells Beth birds blue blue weather boat Bob-o'-link bright brook canoe chee cheer child cried danced Dandelion dear Deb's eggs ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER ÉMILE SOUVESTRE eyes face Fairy father feet flax forest G. P. Putnam's Sons Gavroche grass Grasshopper green hand happy head heard heart heaven Hetty horse Indians Jack jack-o'-lantern knew land Lark laughing leaped light little Bridget little girl lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT mate morning mother never night o'er PAUL DU CHAILLU pine pretty rain reached river rose round sail Saladin sand seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow soft Spink star star-spangled banner stood sweet Thames Water thing thou thought tree voice washed waves wild William wind wings wonder yellow young lady
Passagens conhecidas
Página 165 - 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.
Página 215 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Página 87 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 210 - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
Página 87 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company...
Página 214 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 167 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery water-break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, ' I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Página 248 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home.
Página 240 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Página 177 - I went up to a rising ground, to look farther. I went up the shore and down the shore, but it was all one; I could see no other impression but that one. I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy ; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the very print of a foot — toes, heel, and every part of a foot. How it came thither I knew not, nor could in the least imagine.