. Orale e scritta inglese . rnedand girò e macinò il grano tra loro intotlour. Ma prima i chicchi di grano, come sono venuti dal campo, dovevano essere separati dalla parte che era usedfor paglia. Questa separazione è stata chiamata trebbiatura, e wasdone ponendo gli steli di grano sul pavimento del fienile ebattendoli con aste lunghe chiamate flails. Poi i chicchi di grano sono stati messi in sacchi e portati al mulino. Se un mulino a vento di questo tipo poteva parlare, non si può vantare come un gigante, con le ganasce di granito e le armi forti che lottano con i venti? Come il mugnaio versil grano si insita nelle grandi mascelle

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. Oral and written English . rnedand turned and ground the wheat between them intotlour. But first the wheat kernels, as they came from thefield, had to be separated from the part that was usedfor straw. This separating was called threshing, and wasdone by laying the wheat stalks on the barn floor andbeating them with long rods called flails. Then thewheat kernels were put in bags and taken to the mill. If such a windmill could speak, might it not boastof itself as a giant, with jaws of granite and strongarms that wrestle with the winds? As the miller poursthe wheat kernels into the great jaws, the mill proudlythinks of itself as being fed by the millers own hands.It stands on a rock, towering high to catch every wind, and looks down over the farms and fields where thewheat and maize and rye are growing which it willsome day grind into flour. THE WINDMILL Behold ! a giant am I ! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devourThe maize, and the wheat, and the rye, And grind them into flour. STUDY OF A POEM 75. I look down over the farms ;In the fields of grain I seeThe harvest that is to be, And I fling to the air my arms.For I know it is all for me. I hear the sound of flails Far off, from the threshing-floorsIn barns, with their open doors. And the wind, the wind in my sails, Louder and louder roars. I stand here in my place. With my foot on the rock below, And whichever way it may blow, I meet it face to face As a brave man meets his foe. 76 ORAL AND WRITTEN ENGLISH And while we wrestle and strive, My master, the miller, standsAnd feeds me with his hands; For he knows who makes him thrive, Who makes him lord of lands. On Sundays I take my rest; Church-going bells begin Their low, melodious din;I cross my arms on my breast, And all is peace within. Henry W. Longfellow Oral Exercise. Each of the six stanzas of this poemgives us a separate picture. In a few words sketcheach of these six pictures. Which is the most interest-ing.? Read this poem aloud, both at school

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