Standard Supplementary Readers, Книги 4William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart American Book Company, 1880 |
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... heard in our land , " the sweet odors from budding plants remind us of the flowers that soon shall open to our gaze their manifold beauties of form and color . Our gardens will soon be full of purest white , of red , of yellow , and of ...
... heard in our land , " the sweet odors from budding plants remind us of the flowers that soon shall open to our gaze their manifold beauties of form and color . Our gardens will soon be full of purest white , of red , of yellow , and of ...
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... heard the merry chirpings of the grasshopper and of the cricket . Wild- roses , in their very wildness more lovely even than the garden queen , illumine the forest aisles and decorate the verdant solitudes ; while butterflies , robed in ...
... heard the merry chirpings of the grasshopper and of the cricket . Wild- roses , in their very wildness more lovely even than the garden queen , illumine the forest aisles and decorate the verdant solitudes ; while butterflies , robed in ...
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... heard the guests discussing the names and properties of plants . He listened carefully to all he heard , and " from that time never ceased harassing his father about the name , quality , and nature of every plant he met with , " so that ...
... heard the guests discussing the names and properties of plants . He listened carefully to all he heard , and " from that time never ceased harassing his father about the name , quality , and nature of every plant he met with , " so that ...
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... heard of a chestnut- oak leaf , would he be likely to recognize such a leaf simply by its outline ? There is still another oak with simple leaves ; and they are not even toothed , but entirely smooth all around the edge . Looking at ...
... heard of a chestnut- oak leaf , would he be likely to recognize such a leaf simply by its outline ? There is still another oak with simple leaves ; and they are not even toothed , but entirely smooth all around the edge . Looking at ...
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... heard called off my attention , and I seized my gun and set off in pursuit of it . 11. I had not been more than a quarter of an hour absent , when I returned with the bird in my hand . But Kees and my dinner had both disappeared in the ...
... heard called off my attention , and I seized my gun and set off in pursuit of it . 11. I had not been more than a quarter of an hour absent , when I returned with the bird in my hand . But Kees and my dinner had both disappeared in the ...
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Æsop animal animal fancied apple bamboo bear beast beautiful bird blood bobolink body branches Bring flowers cage called carnivora close color creature curious diurnal animal Djek earth eggs elephant elephant shrew Elliot escape eyes feathers feet fire fish followed forest French Angora fruit grass ground grow habit hand head hedgehog hind hippopotami horse-leeches insects ivy green kangaroo killed kind leaf leaflets leaves legs length light Linnæus lion living look mammals mole mollusks monkeys nature never night once ostrich palm pass paws pistils plant pouches prey quadrupeds reach reptiles Reynard river roots seed seems seen seized shoulder side sleep soon species spring stamens stealing stem strawberry stream sweet tail teeth thou tiger Tiny tree TULIP-TREE turned vampire walk watch whale wild wings woods wound yards young
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Стр. 283 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
Стр. 315 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Стр. 272 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Стр. 281 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Стр. 16 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay ; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Стр. 315 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Стр. 79 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Стр. 282 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 315 - Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! " OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, The Chambered Nautilus.
Стр. 129 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?