The pictorial geographical reader, Том 2 |
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Често срещани думи и фрази
Africa Algeria ancient animals appear Arctic Asia Atlantic Atlantic Ocean Australia beautiful birds boat British called Canal Cape capital Caucasian race churches coast colony colour Columbus consists continent desert discoveries dogs Dutch earth east Egypt elephant Emperor Empire England English equator Europe European eyes finest forests German Empire Greenland harbour height Hispaniola horses houses India insects island Italy Julius Cæsar kind King lakes land largest length Mediterranean Sea miles mountains narrow native navigator nest night northern o'er ocean Pacific Ocean pass peninsula Pitcairn Island Pole portion Queen race regions Rhine rise river rocks Roman round sail ship shore side snow South America Spain Spitzbergen Suez Suez Canal thick town traveller trees tribes tropical valleys vegetation vessels Victoria Falls village visited voyage waves wild winds winter Zulu
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Страница 36 - So far I live to the northward, No man lives north of me; To the east are wild mountain-chains. And beyond them meres and plains; To the westward all is sea.
Страница 125 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Страница 201 - I saw with infinite pleasure the great object of my mission; the long sought for, majestic Niger, glittering to the morning sun, as broad as the Thames at Westminster, and flowing slowly to the eastward.
Страница 144 - And from your spider-bowels drew Foul film, and spun the dirty clue. I own my humble life, good Friend ; Snail was I born, and Snail shall end. And what's a Butterfly? at best He 's but a caterpillar drest ; And all thy race (a numerous seed) Shall prove of caterpillar breed.
Страница 126 - I AM in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy thoughts li nsh on my mind, a thousand images ; And I spring up as girt to run a race...
Страница 37 - To the west of me was the ocean, To the right the desolate shore, But I did not slacken sail For the walrus or the whale, Till after three days more. " The days grew longer and longer, Till they became as one, And southward through the haze I saw the sullen blaze Of the red midnight sun.
Страница 203 - The view of this extensive city; the numerous canoes upon the river; the crowded population, and the cultivated state of the surrounding country, formed altogether a prospect of civilization and magnificence, which I little expected to find in the bosom of Africa.
Страница 143 - His now-forgotten friend, a snail, Beneath his house, with slimy trail Crawls o'er the grass; whom when he spies, In wrath he to the gard'ner cries: 'What means yon peasant's daily toil, From choking weeds to rid the soil?
Страница 83 - Birds ! Birds ! ye are beautiful things, With your earth-treading feet and your cloud-cleaving wings ! Where shall Man wander, and where shall he dwell, Beautiful Birds, that ye come not as well ? Ye have nests on the mountain all rugged and stark, Ye have nests in the forest all tangled and dark ; Ye build and ye brood 'neath the cottagers...
Страница 127 - Thou art in ROME ! the city, where the Gauls, Entering at sunrise through her open gates, And, through her streets silent and desolate, Marching to slay, thought they saw gods, not men...