The complete reader, by E.T. Stevens and C. Hole, Zväzok 2Edward Thomas Stevens 1866 |
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Strana 16
... wonder ex ' - quis - ite , excellent squeeze , to press together en ' - vied , grudged ex - cur ' - sion , a short journey re - si ' - ded , lived folks , people In a crack near the cupboard , with dainties provided , A certain young ...
... wonder ex ' - quis - ite , excellent squeeze , to press together en ' - vied , grudged ex - cur ' - sion , a short journey re - si ' - ded , lived folks , people In a crack near the cupboard , with dainties provided , A certain young ...
Strana 26
... the fire 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 .
... the fire 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 36
... lie Upon each tiny blade of grass , And in each floweret's eye . I wonder why the grass and flowers At night become so sad ; For early through their tears they smile , And seem 36 BOOK II . THE COMPLETE READER . Poetry The Flowers at Night.
... lie Upon each tiny blade of grass , And in each floweret's eye . I wonder why the grass and flowers At night become so sad ; For early through their tears they smile , And seem 36 BOOK II . THE COMPLETE READER . Poetry The Flowers at Night.
Strana 64
... wonder . ' O , pardon me , great little prince , I am sorry that I cannot show you the bird's- nest ; and could not , though you were your own Royal father , whom Heaven long preserve ! ' 6 You are the most troublesome boy I ever saw ...
... wonder . ' O , pardon me , great little prince , I am sorry that I cannot show you the bird's- nest ; and could not , though you were your own Royal father , whom Heaven long preserve ! ' 6 You are the most troublesome boy I ever saw ...
Strana 104
... wonder ex - po ' - sed , laid open to griev ' - ing , making or being sad bit ' - ter - ly , with bitterness poi ' - son - ous , deadly clime , a country ne'er , never Two lovely children went , when summer was in prime , Into a garden ...
... wonder ex - po ' - sed , laid open to griev ' - ing , making or being sad bit ' - ter - ly , with bitterness poi ' - son - ous , deadly clime , a country ne'er , never Two lovely children went , when summer was in prime , Into a garden ...
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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.