Story Hour Readings, Knjiga 6American Book, 1921 |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 40
Stran 20
... winds , and there was plenty of bright sunshine in the 1s daytime . The camp I made of spruce trees chopped down and cut in twelve - foot and sixteen - foot lengths . I laid the largest logs at the bottom and notched them at either end ...
... winds , and there was plenty of bright sunshine in the 1s daytime . The camp I made of spruce trees chopped down and cut in twelve - foot and sixteen - foot lengths . I laid the largest logs at the bottom and notched them at either end ...
Stran 23
... wind out . At the end of the trench where I had placed the live brands I built up a fire , made my tea , broiled a piece of bacon , thawed out a chunk of bread , and ate my supper . After pulling off my moccasins , unloading my pockets ...
... wind out . At the end of the trench where I had placed the live brands I built up a fire , made my tea , broiled a piece of bacon , thawed out a chunk of bread , and ate my supper . After pulling off my moccasins , unloading my pockets ...
Stran 27
... wind . ” " There cannot be wind where there is no air , " said Stella . " Wind is moving air . " " Then is there nothing here ? " asked the A CHILD'S VISIT TO THE MOON 27.
... wind . ” " There cannot be wind where there is no air , " said Stella . " Wind is moving air . " " Then is there nothing here ? " asked the A CHILD'S VISIT TO THE MOON 27.
Stran 31
... winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray , On ...
... winds in that beechen tree , There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broad - faced sun , how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray , On ...
Stran 37
... twere dancing to the fitful song Made by the trees , which twist themselves and sway In contest with the wind which rises fast , Until the breeze becomes a furious blast . And now the sudden , fitful storm has fled , THREE SUMMER STUDIES ...
... twere dancing to the fitful song Made by the trees , which twist themselves and sway In contest with the wind which rises fast , Until the breeze becomes a furious blast . And now the sudden , fitful storm has fled , THREE SUMMER STUDIES ...
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American answered apple tree asked beautiful began boat cabin Calais called Carcassonne child Children's Crusade Christmas Cleon cotton cried Croesus Curdie dark door earth eyes face father feet fire girls grain gray Gretel hand happy harvest head heard heart honor horses Indian JAMES BALDWIN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER kettle King Robert Lafayette land Lewis County light live logs Loki looked Lootie merry miles mountain Neonetta never night Philemon and Baucis pilot poem prince princess reaper Robert Morris rocks round S. H. R. SIXTH sail ship shore side silver skate Solon soon Spider stand stars Steme stood story Swen tell Thialfi things Thor thou thought turned Uncle Buck vessel voice Walter Manny William Phips wind wood ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Stran 375 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Stran 100 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar. And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be?
Stran 92 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Stran 383 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Stran 102 - She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! Ho! the breakers roared!
Stran 261 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Stran 175 - Sail on! sail on! and on!'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say...
Stran 105 - 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...
Stran 96 - Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial; The charcoal...
Stran 387 - God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...