The Progressive English reading books, Том 4 |
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... islands above the waters ; and as from day to day the land contracts within narrower limits , the want of forage obliges them to swim about in quest of the grasses that raise their heads above the fermenting waters . Many foals are ...
... islands above the waters ; and as from day to day the land contracts within narrower limits , the want of forage obliges them to swim about in quest of the grasses that raise their heads above the fermenting waters . Many foals are ...
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... , it then crosses the Indian and Pacific Oceans , passing through Sumatra , Borneo , and various groups of islands . Where it strikes the west coast of America , we In find perched on it , as it were , the THE EQUATOR . 73 The Equator,
... , it then crosses the Indian and Pacific Oceans , passing through Sumatra , Borneo , and various groups of islands . Where it strikes the west coast of America , we In find perched on it , as it were , the THE EQUATOR . 73 The Equator,
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... islands called Foul Weather Group , or the Falkland Islands . Cape Horn weather here begins , and the ship and her ... island world we are just entering . Selecting a small indentation or bight in the cliff as a landing- place , what ...
... islands called Foul Weather Group , or the Falkland Islands . Cape Horn weather here begins , and the ship and her ... island world we are just entering . Selecting a small indentation or bight in the cliff as a landing- place , what ...
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... island were thousands of ducks sitting upon their eggs , which sailors and passengers destroyed with remorseless cruelty , shooting and knocking down the birds by hun- dreds in barbarous sport ..... A month from the Falkland Islands ...
... island were thousands of ducks sitting upon their eggs , which sailors and passengers destroyed with remorseless cruelty , shooting and knocking down the birds by hun- dreds in barbarous sport ..... A month from the Falkland Islands ...
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... ISLAND WORLD take a leisurely survey of our first fortnight in the Pacific . We little thought that doubling Cape Horn in summer would be so full of difficulty . Now we doubt whether it would be worse in mid - winter . It would seem as ...
... ISLAND WORLD take a leisurely survey of our first fortnight in the Pacific . We little thought that doubling Cape Horn in summer would be so full of difficulty . Now we doubt whether it would be worse in mid - winter . It would seem as ...
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ancient animals arms Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul bird blood Boabdil brave breast breath brow Bruges Brutus Cæsar Carthage Carthaginians clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert earth enemy Enniskilleners face fear feet fire frigate gaze glory hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour human Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living Loch Katrine look Lord Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never Nevermore night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces passed Pilgrim's Progress plain Prince Rephaim rock Rome round Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side sight silent sleep smile soldier soul spirit stars stood sweet sword tears thee thou hast thought thousand tomb trees valleys voice walls wave weary wild wind wonderful word
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