The first (-sixth) standard reader, Volume 3 |
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Common terms and phrases
adverbs animals Arctic Fox bark beast beavers beech birch birds blue boat branches bright called canary catkins cold colour COLOURS OF ANIMALS creeping everywhere cried Damon dear deck dogs Dr Livingstone duck-bill earth eyes feet fieldfares flowers following sentences friends frogs glad grass green grow half-crowns hard head heard Hennie lakes of Australia lamb land leaves lily live looked master monkey morning nail nest night Ocean Pearl once personal pronouns pleasant poor pretty Put in adjectives Put in nouns Put in right Put in verbs Pythias river Robin rose round Sarah Green scarce'-ly seen shillings shining ship snow snowdrop speech spring stood stream tell things thought tin soldier trees verbs that go warm wind wind-flower windmill winter wood words Write young
Popular passages
Page 43 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; When she came down again, Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow ; They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Page 34 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of 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.
Page 92 - No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.
Page 43 - By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.
Page 164 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 164 - Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere. You cannot see me coming, nor hear my low, sweet humming; for in the starry night, and the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. where. More welcome than the flowers, in summer's pleasant hours. The gentle cow is glad, and the merry bird not sad, to see me creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 158 - Mebalwe fired at him before I could, and the ball struck the rock on which the animal was sitting. He bit at the spot struck, as a dog does at a stick or stone thrown at him; then leaping away, broke through the opening circle and escaped unhurt. The men were afraid to attack him, perhaps on account of their belief in witchcraft.
Page 165 - Silently creeping, creeping everywhere : Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere You cannot see me coming, Nor hear my low sweet humming; For in the starry night, And the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; More welcome than the flowers In summer's pleasant hours ; The gentle cow is glad, And the merry bird not sad, To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 91 - When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still Then come home my children the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Come come leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies...
Page 158 - I took a good aim at his body through the bush, and fired both barrels into it. The men then called out,