The world at home, a new ser. of geographical readers. 6 standards. [With] Home lesson book. Standard 3-5 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 12.
Strana 33
... rises to a height of four hundred feet . It is called the Bass Rock , and is the home of innu- merable sea - birds . They may be seen in thousands on the steep cliffs , or flying over the waves fishing for their food . 4. The Bass Rock ...
... rises to a height of four hundred feet . It is called the Bass Rock , and is the home of innu- merable sea - birds . They may be seen in thousands on the steep cliffs , or flying over the waves fishing for their food . 4. The Bass Rock ...
Strana 44
... rise in the Central Highlands . 3. The Forth rises in the mountains near Loch Lomond . After leaving the mountains , it flows eastward through the Central Plain . The Forth is remarkable for its winding course , called the Links of ...
... rise in the Central Highlands . 3. The Forth rises in the mountains near Loch Lomond . After leaving the mountains , it flows eastward through the Central Plain . The Forth is remarkable for its winding course , called the Links of ...
Strana 46
... rises in the Lowland hills , near the source of the Tweed . There is a point where the ground between the two streams becomes so low that it is needful to guard the banks of the Clyde lest it should flow into the valley of the Tweed ...
... rises in the Lowland hills , near the source of the Tweed . There is a point where the ground between the two streams becomes so low that it is needful to guard the banks of the Clyde lest it should flow into the valley of the Tweed ...
Strana 47
... rises in the mountains near Loch Lo- mond . The Tay is the longest river in Scotland ; it is 110 miles long . The valley of the Dee is very beautiful . There is Balmoral Castle , the Queen's Highland home . The Spey is the most rapid ...
... rises in the mountains near Loch Lo- mond . The Tay is the longest river in Scotland ; it is 110 miles long . The valley of the Dee is very beautiful . There is Balmoral Castle , the Queen's Highland home . The Spey is the most rapid ...
Strana 48
... Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind of his own Highland vale . Round Loch - na - Gar , while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy car ...
... Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind of his own Highland vale . Round Loch - na - Gar , while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy car ...
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Arctic Arctic Ocean Atlantic Ocean Australia beautiful Belfast Bell Ben Macdhui Britain British Islands called Canada Cape capital Castle chief town colony Columba Connaught continent Cork Dominion Dublin Edinburgh England English EXERCISE.-Draw the Map exports famous Firth of Clyde Firth of Lorn Firth of Tay forests Galway Glasgow Gulf Harbour Head Hebrides Highlands hills Hudson hundred inlet Iona Ireland Irish Sea Isles King Lake land largest Lawrence Leinster light-house Loch Lomond Londonderry Lough Lowland miles long Montreal Moray Firth Munster native Newfoundland North America North Channel North Sea north-west northern o'er Ontario Orkney Pacific Pentland Firth Port prairie province Quebec Queen race region river rock Rocky Mountains sailed Scotland Scots Scottish sea-port Shetland ships shores Skerryvore snow South Island South Wales Square is 50 storms Strait stream SUMMARY.-The Tasmania thousand Tweed Ulster Victoria west coast western Wicklow wild winter Zealand
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Strana 51 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Strana 52 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Strana 107 - In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Strana 52 - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
Strana 38 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell. The...
Strana 129 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Strana 50 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand!
Strana 125 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Strana 155 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Strana 99 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.