Foundation Lessons in English, Книга 2Macmillan, 1901 |
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adjective adverb antonym autumn beautiful birds birds playing blank spaces Bobolink bright Bryant called clause clouds color compared comparison COMPOSITION copula Copy the following dark describe dictation exercises EXACTNESS OF STATEMENT Explain expressing the thought eyes flag flowers following sentences forest form of expression fourth sentence give groups of words Indians indicate lake language letter live LOCH KATRINE look meaning modifiers moon morning night noun objects paragraph Perry Mason picture Pilgrims poem poet pronouns pupils quotation reading lesson RHONE RIVER river Rosa Bonheur Rose Maylie scene second sentence SENSE TRAINING smile snow song sound speaking speech spoken stanza stars story stream STUDY OF SELECTIONS SUSAN COOLIdge sweet synonyms tell tences THEODOR STORM third sentence tion TRAINING IN LITERATURE transitive verbs trees VARIETY OF EXPRESSION verb W. D. Howells whispering wind woodchuck woods Write sentences
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Страница 159 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Страница 258 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Страница 217 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Страница 239 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Страница 186 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Страница 61 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest. — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Страница 10 - And some fell upon a rock ; and, as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it lacked moisture.
Страница 130 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright. Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains that like giants stand To sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare.
Страница 79 - Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Страница 129 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle...