McGuffey's Alternate First[-sixth] Reader, Bücher 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1888 |
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... opened , and a boy with a tousled head and inky countenance enters , saying curtly , “ Copy , Mr. Brainard ! " " Come in fifteen minutes ! " says the editor , with a droll mixture of fun and despair . Brainard makes a few observations ...
... opened , and a boy with a tousled head and inky countenance enters , saying curtly , “ Copy , Mr. Brainard ! " " Come in fifteen minutes ! " says the editor , with a droll mixture of fun and despair . Brainard makes a few observations ...
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... opened it , and read as follows : " DEAR FATHER - When this reaches you I shall be in eternity . At first it seemed awful to me ; but I have thought about it so much now that it has no terror . They say they will not bind me nor blind ...
... opened it , and read as follows : " DEAR FATHER - When this reaches you I shall be in eternity . At first it seemed awful to me ; but I have thought about it so much now that it has no terror . They say they will not bind me nor blind ...
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... opened softly , and a little girl glided out , and went down the foot- path that led to the road by the mill . She seemed rather to fly than to walk , turning her head neither to the right nor to the left , looking only now and then to ...
... opened softly , and a little girl glided out , and went down the foot- path that led to the road by the mill . She seemed rather to fly than to walk , turning her head neither to the right nor to the left , looking only now and then to ...
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... opened , and Blossom , with downcast eyes and folded hands , stood before him . " Well , my child , ” he said , in his pleasant , cheerful tones , " what do you want so bright and early in the morning ? " " Bennie's life , please , sir ...
... opened , and Blossom , with downcast eyes and folded hands , stood before him . " Well , my child , ” he said , in his pleasant , cheerful tones , " what do you want so bright and early in the morning ? " " Bennie's life , please , sir ...
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... opened wide the windows of the poor , little , shut - up heart so that the sunshine could stream in , and the birds fly in and out , caroling . The happy child tuned up like a lark as she tripped up and down FIFTH READER . 45.
... opened wide the windows of the poor , little , shut - up heart so that the sunshine could stream in , and the birds fly in and out , caroling . The happy child tuned up like a lark as she tripped up and down FIFTH READER . 45.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abishai Alma river Aunt Hetty beautiful Bennie Blossom Blount boat born in England born in Massachusetts called Carthage Cataline caves child clouds dark Definitions.-I Doctor Doocot earth English Ephraim Brevard Fairweather father fire forever give glacier hand head heard heart heaven Hervé Riel honor HUGH MILLER king lictors light Linkinwater live look Lord LORD ALFRED TENNYSON Massachusetts master melodious singer midnight mind minute-man Miss Turnpenny morning mountains nature neighbor never night noble NOTES.-I o'er passed Peggy person poems poor Queen replied roches moutonnées rocks round sail SAMUEL GRISWOLD GOODRICH seemed shining ship side smile snow soul sound spirit stars tell thee thing thou thought tink tion took trees turned voice waves wild WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 272 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 273 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Seite 273 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Seite 272 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack When the morning star shines dead...
Seite 262 - Many politicians of our time are in the habit of laying it down as a self-evident proposition, that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom. The maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim. If men are to wait for liberty till they become wise and good in slavery, they may indeed wait forever.
Seite 168 - It is a weed that grows in every soil. They may have it from Spain, they may have it from Prussia. But until you become lost to all feeling of your true interest and your natural dignity, freedom they can have from none but you. This is the commodity of price of which you have the monopoly.
Seite 303 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 169 - Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.
Seite 93 - So, the storm subsides to calm : They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. "Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!
Seite 194 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.