Sixth Reader, Knjiga 6D.C. Heath and Company, 1922 |
Iz vsebine knjige
Zadetki 1–5 od 50
Stran 3
... light On the forest branches quiver . Away ! Away ! for the stars are forth , And on the pure snows of the valley , In a giddy trance , the moonbeams dance Come , let us our comrades rally . Away ! Away ! o'er the sheeted ice , Away ...
... light On the forest branches quiver . Away ! Away ! for the stars are forth , And on the pure snows of the valley , In a giddy trance , the moonbeams dance Come , let us our comrades rally . Away ! Away ! o'er the sheeted ice , Away ...
Stran 5
... light gig . There was a plowboy , Dick , who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from the hedge . When he had eaten all he wanted , he would have what he called fun with the colts , throwing stones and sticks at them to ...
... light gig . There was a plowboy , Dick , who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from the hedge . When he had eaten all he wanted , he would have what he called fun with the colts , throwing stones and sticks at them to ...
Stran 27
... light came into his eyes , for he was very angry at having to fight at all . " Very good , " said the young seal , carelessly . “ If you win , I'll come . ' He had no time to change his mind , for Kotick's head darted out and his teeth ...
... light came into his eyes , for he was very angry at having to fight at all . " Very good , " said the young seal , carelessly . “ If you win , I'll come . ' He had no time to change his mind , for Kotick's head darted out and his teeth ...
Stran 28
... Lights were winking and flashing through the fog , Kotick climbed a bare rock and looked down on the scattered nurseries and the torn and bleeding seals . " Now , " he said , " I've taught you your lesson . " " My wig ! " said old Sea ...
... Lights were winking and flashing through the fog , Kotick climbed a bare rock and looked down on the scattered nurseries and the torn and bleeding seals . " Now , " he said , " I've taught you your lesson . " " My wig ! " said old Sea ...
Stran 33
... light the noisy choir , Lit the fly his lamp of fire . I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily , then , my little man , Live and laugh , as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard , Stubble - speared ...
... light the noisy choir , Lit the fly his lamp of fire . I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily , then , my little man , Live and laugh , as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard , Stubble - speared ...
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
America Antonio BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beach beautiful began bell Black boat bucket cable called canyon Captain Columbus Cosette cried curly-headed boy dance dark dictionary study doll enemy Eponine eyes father feet fight fire fish flag Florence Nightingale Gilpin girl goose girl hand Hannibal head heard heart horse island José kayaks Kerick Booterin knew Kotick lads land landlady Lariboo Lars Porsena Lochinvar looked Lorente Madame Thénardier Mahama Mary of Argyle Mate Mayor miles morning mother Mounted Policeman never night Novastoshnah panther Pascual passed Pepper-and-Salt phrases for dictionary poem Port Huron Riego river rocks sail Sailors scouts Sea Catch Sea Cow seals señorita ship shouted side soldier soon stood stopped story suddenly tell things thought told train traveling trees turned voice Waite watch waves white seal young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 168 - His long red cloak, well brushed 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...
Stran 86 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Stran 170 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till, at his friend the calender's, His horse at last stood still.
Stran 236 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Stran 170 - 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!
Stran 313 - I pledge allegiance to my flag, and to the Republic for which it stands; one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Stran 167 - 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.
Stran 88 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Stran 192 - twas a famous victory. 'My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Stran 84 - And now hath every city Sent up her tale of men ; The foot are fourscore thousand, The horse are thousands ten. Before the gates of Sutrium Is met the great array. A proud man was Lars Porsena Upon the trysting day.