Graded City Speller: Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Year GradesMacmillan Company, 1908 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 22
Seite 13
... woods rang , To the anthem of the free . " " Oh , what a tangled web we weave , When first we practice to deceive . ” " A sunny temper gilds the edges of life's blackest clouds . " In disgrace , the thief retires to his hovel , to die ...
... woods rang , To the anthem of the free . " " Oh , what a tangled web we weave , When first we practice to deceive . ” " A sunny temper gilds the edges of life's blackest clouds . " In disgrace , the thief retires to his hovel , to die ...
Seite 14
... wood'land rud'dy am'ber com pel ' com pelled ' flor'ist ex pend ' slug'gard con sid'er 13 " They 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 ...
... wood'land rud'dy am'ber com pel ' com pelled ' flor'ist ex pend ' slug'gard con sid'er 13 " They 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 ...
Seite 16
... wood'en shan'ty ha'zel crim'son hue fore tell ' gur'gle gur'gling rill sav'age ter'ri ble re joice ' lodge vast wil ... wooden shanty rock to and fro . " " The hazel blooms , in threads of crimson hue , Peep through the swelling buds ...
... wood'en shan'ty ha'zel crim'son hue fore tell ' gur'gle gur'gling rill sav'age ter'ri ble re joice ' lodge vast wil ... wooden shanty rock to and fro . " " The hazel blooms , in threads of crimson hue , Peep through the swelling buds ...
Seite 22
... . " " The good can well afford to wait . " With their parents ' consent , the boys took a ramble in the woods . The man collects stamps for recreation . 1 civ'il wage waged slav'er y fa'vor prop'er ty op 22 CITY SPELLER REVIEW ...
... . " " The good can well afford to wait . " With their parents ' consent , the boys took a ramble in the woods . The man collects stamps for recreation . 1 civ'il wage waged slav'er y fa'vor prop'er ty op 22 CITY SPELLER REVIEW ...
Seite 28
... Wood ; but'ter , but'ter cup ; sep'a rat ed . Syllabication is the dividing of words into sylla- bles . Syllabication does not always conform to the pronunciation of words . Yet in every word there are as many syllables as there are ...
... Wood ; but'ter , but'ter cup ; sep'a rat ed . Syllabication is the dividing of words into sylla- bles . Syllabication does not always conform to the pronunciation of words . Yet in every word there are as many syllables as there are ...
Inhalt
105 | |
109 | |
112 | |
124 | |
128 | |
130 | |
133 | |
184 | |
52 | |
56 | |
58 | |
62 | |
69 | |
70 | |
80 | |
82 | |
83 | |
90 | |
96 | |
100 | |
101 | |
102 | |
104 | |
186 | |
194 | |
195 | |
197 | |
198 | |
199 | |
203 | |
205 | |
211 | |
215 | |
260 | |
265 | |
282 | |
283 | |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Graded City Speller, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Year Grades William Estabrook Chancellor Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Graded City Speller: Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Year Grades William Estabrook Chancellor Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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.