Wheeler's Graded Studies in Great Authors: And a Complete Speller

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W.H. Wheeler, 1899 - Всего страниц: 224
A manual for teaching spelling by quotations illustrating the use of each word.

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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
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CI
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CII
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CIII
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CIV
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CV
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CVI
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CVII
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CVIII
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X
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XI
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XII
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XIII
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XIV
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XVI
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XVII
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XIX
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XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
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XXIV
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XXVII
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XXVIII
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XXX
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XXXI
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XXXIV
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XXXV
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XXXVI
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XLI
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XLIV
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XLV
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XLVII
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L
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LI
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LII
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LIII
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LIV
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LV
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LVI
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LVII
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LVIII
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LIX
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LX
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LXI
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LXII
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LXIV
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LXV
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LXVIII
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LXIX
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LXX
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LXXI
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LXXIII
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LXXIV
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LXXV
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LXXVII
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LXXVIII
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LXXIX
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LXXX
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LXXXI
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LXXXII
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LXXXIII
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LXXXIV
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LXXXV
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LXXXVI
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LXXXVIII
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LXXXIX
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XC
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XCII
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XCIII
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XCIV
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XCV
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XCVI
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XCVII
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XCVIII
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C
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CIX
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CX
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CXI
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CXII
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CXIII
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CXIV
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CXV
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CXVI
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CXVII
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CXVIII
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CXIX
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CXX
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CXXI
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CXXII
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CXXIII
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CXXIV
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CXXV
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CXXVI
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CXXVII
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CXXVIII
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CXXIX
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CXXX
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CXXXI
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CXXXII
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CXXXIII
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CXXXIV
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CXXXV
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CXXXVI
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CXXXVII
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CXXXVIII
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CXXXIX
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CXL
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CXLI
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CXLII
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CXLIII
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CXLIV
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CXLV
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CXLVII
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CXLVIII
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CXLIX
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CL
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CLI
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CLII
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CLIII
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CLIV
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CLV
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CLVI
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CLVII
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CLVIII
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CLIX
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CLX
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CLXI
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CLXII
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CLXIII
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CLXIV
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CLXV
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CLXVI
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CLXVII
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CLXVIII
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CLXX
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CLXXI
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CLXXII
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CLXXIII
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CLXXIV
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CLXXVI
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CLXXVII
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CLXXVIII
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CLXXIX
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CLXXX
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CLXXXI
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CLXXXII
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CLXXXIII
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CLXXXIV
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CLXXXV
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CLXXXVI
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CLXXXVII
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CLXXXVIII
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CLXXXIX
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CXC
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CXCI
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CXCII
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CXCIII
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CXCIV
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Стр. 150 - I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 51 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 180 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 150 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Стр. 196 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Стр. 109 - 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. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Стр. 161 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Стр. 176 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 122 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Стр. 184 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

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