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1st person action adjective clause adverbial clause adverbs appositive beautiful bees birds Blanca Peak blossoms called Celia Thaxter CHAPTER cognate objective color complete sentence dear deer denote direct object expresses father Find flowers following sentences fourth sentence Future Perfect Tense gender give group of words hear Hiawatha hills of Habersham infinitive form interrogative James Russell Lowell kind letter lines listened 3d little brook loved masculine meaning mother nest noun or pronoun paragraph parsing passive voice past tense Perfect Tense phrase poem possessive form predicate adjective predicate verb preposition Present proper nouns pupils quotation relative pronoun represents river robin rose sandpiper second sentence selection singing Singular Plural Sir Launfal snow song speech story Subj subject nominative sweet teacher tell tence things third sentence Thomas Bailey Aldrich thou thought titles told tree valleys of Hall wind words modifies Write written
Page 196 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 195 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 236 - 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?
Page 196 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 93 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 120 - I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And oh! it was all laden With pretty things for thee ! There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold. The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks. The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back, And when the ship began to move, The captain said "Quack! Quack!
Page 83 - Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For are we not God's children both,...
Page 234 - He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Page 277 - A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, ' Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing!
Page 277 - Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing!" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day.