Graded City Speller: Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Year GradesMacmillan Company, 1908 |
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... fall like a natural cascade from rock to rock . " " Mine be a cot beside the hill , 99 A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear . " Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree . " " I blow the bellows , I forge the steel In all ...
... fall like a natural cascade from rock to rock . " " Mine be a cot beside the hill , 99 A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear . " Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree . " " I blow the bellows , I forge the steel In all ...
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... fall below . " No port in the world can show a line of docks like those of Liverpool . I insist that you accept my offer . I did not sleep the entire night .. " It is a high benefit to enable me to do something of myself . " The injury ...
... fall below . " No port in the world can show a line of docks like those of Liverpool . I insist that you accept my offer . I did not sleep the entire night .. " It is a high benefit to enable me to do something of myself . " The injury ...
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... falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its power may be , Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently . -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and 52 CITY SPELLER Long, long afterward, in an oak, ...
... falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its power may be , Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently . -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and 52 CITY SPELLER Long, long afterward, in an oak, ...
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... Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist ! A ...
... Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist ! A ...
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... are things , and a small drop of ink , Falling like dew , upon a thought , produces That which makes thousands , perhaps millions , think . -G . G. BYRON . ache feath'er neigh liq'uid Tues'day vin'e gar cleanse te'di ous CITY SPELLER 133 ...
... are things , and a small drop of ink , Falling like dew , upon a thought , produces That which makes thousands , perhaps millions , think . -G . G. BYRON . ache feath'er neigh liq'uid Tues'day vin'e gar cleanse te'di ous CITY SPELLER 133 ...
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accent adding a suffix beauty ben e breath cap'i cate cede chieve clipse con test con'fi consonant coun'ter courage croquette dent di'a dying earth ence glory grade hear'say hearse heart heaven heif'er HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor in'ter late lent Longfellow lyre me'di ment mor'tal nate ness never night nounce Nouns ending nu'mer o'er par'a pe'ri plural preter Proverb qual'i quet quire ra'di ra'tus retain REVIEW rize sail Sandalphon sat'is scepter Shakespeare si'tion silent e sings singular song soul sound spelling su'per suffix suffix beginning syllable ta'tion tain tate te'ri ter'nal thee thine things thou tism tive trans triphthong truth tude ture u'ni val'u vate Vaud ver'te vowel wise WORD BUILDING WORD BUILDING Prefixes
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 51 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 295 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Seite 290 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Seite 201 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 292 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 128 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Seite 208 - That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Seite 283 - Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the Earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original luster, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as "What is all this worth?
Seite 276 - 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: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 294 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.