The complete reader, by E.T. Stevens and C. Hole, Zväzok 2Edward Thomas Stevens 1866 |
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Strana 15
... cried ' Jack , ' but did not stir , and it was not until he had drunk some water that he became lively and talkative as usual . He used to eat oats in a very clever way . He held down each grain with his foot , and with one blow and ...
... cried ' Jack , ' but did not stir , and it was not until he had drunk some water that he became lively and talkative as usual . He used to eat oats in a very clever way . He held down each grain with his foot , and with one blow and ...
Strana 26
... with , when they were done . No wonder Pussy cried , for her paw was burnt vey much , and she could not get away from the selfish Monkey . - Editors . A DROP IN THE OCEAN . murk ' - y 26 THE COMPLETE READER . BOOK II .
... with , when they were done . No wonder Pussy cried , for her paw was burnt vey much , and she could not get away from the selfish Monkey . - Editors . A DROP IN THE OCEAN . murk ' - y 26 THE COMPLETE READER . BOOK II .
Strana 41
... cried Edward , what shall I do when you are gone , and nothing to amuse me ? You seemed very well amused before I came , ' said the Fairy , lounging as you were on the grass , and eating your crust of bread . ' C ' So I was , ' replied ...
... cried Edward , what shall I do when you are gone , and nothing to amuse me ? You seemed very well amused before I came , ' said the Fairy , lounging as you were on the grass , and eating your crust of bread . ' C ' So I was , ' replied ...
Strana 47
... cried I , ' I am sure you have counted a thousand ! ' ' I have not reckoned all , my child . We must cook the pudding , and then we must reckon colliers who bring us coal , miners who dig for tin and iron for the saucepan ; then there ...
... cried I , ' I am sure you have counted a thousand ! ' ' I have not reckoned all , my child . We must cook the pudding , and then we must reckon colliers who bring us coal , miners who dig for tin and iron for the saucepan ; then there ...
Strana 53
... cried the Fir - tree ; and he stretched out his branches . But , alas ! they were all dry and yellow , though the gold - paper star still dangled on his head and glittered in the sun- shine . Some of the merry - hearted children who had ...
... cried the Fir - tree ; and he stretched out his branches . But , alas ! they were all dry and yellow , though the gold - paper star still dangled on his head and glittered in the sun- shine . Some of the merry - hearted children who had ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK animal answer asked beast beautiful began bread Broom Heath Captain cloth colours cried dear Drover Eliza Cook Emperor eyes Fairy father fear fell Fir-tree flew flowers Floy fly away home fruit fustian jacket garden gate give grain of corn grass green grew Growler head heard Helvellyn hole horse Hummingbird island Jane Taylor John Barleycorn Jovinian kind King knew Ladybird Lapland Lessons live locust look lord morning mother nest Nettle never night o'er once Pitcairn's Island plants plough poor pray Prince Reindeer replied robbers rose round Sabbath bell sailor seen Snail soon stood story sweet tell thee thing thou thought tinker's dog told tree Twas walk wings winter wish wonder wood Woodchuck words young
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Strana 24 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Strana 125 - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Strana 126 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Strana 207 - The summer and autumn had been so wet, That in winter the corn was growing yet ; 'Twas a piteous sight to see all around The grain lie rotting on the ground. Every day the starving poor Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door, For he had a plentiful last year's store, And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnish'd well.
Strana 118 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
Strana 215 - I'll lay my life the thing is blue." " And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green." "Well, then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the man, "I'll turn him out: And when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, I'll eat him.
Strana 207 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. " I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he ; " And the country is greatly obliged to me » For ridding it in these times forlorn Of Rats that only consume the corn.
Strana 58 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night, — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Strana 238 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow, Rushed to battle, fought and died, Dying, hurled them at the foe.
Strana 258 - There was a hurry in the room for an instant — longer, perhaps ; but it seemed no more — then all was still again ; and Florence, with her face quite colorless, but smiling, held his head upon her arm. Her arm trembled very much. " Show me that old nurse, Floy, if you please ! " " She is not here, darling. She shall come tomorrow.