The pronouncing reading book for children, with an intr., by W.L. RobinsonWilliam L Robinson 1862 |
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... Look there ! " cried one of them , " did you ever see such fools , to bē trudging along the road on foot , when they might be rīding ! ” Thē ōld Man , hearing this , quietly bade his son get on the Ass , and wâlkt along mer- rily by the ...
... Look there ! " cried one of them , " did you ever see such fools , to bē trudging along the road on foot , when they might be rīding ! ” Thē ōld Man , hearing this , quietly bade his son get on the Ass , and wâlkt along mer- rily by the ...
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... look as a cat , he is as much our enemy , and has still more cunning . " Young persons should beware of the tempting allurements which the world spreads out for their pleasure . - Dr . Aikin . THE RAIN - DROP . There was once a farmer ...
... look as a cat , he is as much our enemy , and has still more cunning . " Young persons should beware of the tempting allurements which the world spreads out for their pleasure . - Dr . Aikin . THE RAIN - DROP . There was once a farmer ...
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... look at his corn , and see if there was any hōpe of rain . One day , as he stood there looking at the sky , and âlmōst in despair , two little rain- drops up in the clouds ōver his head saw him , and one said to the other , " Look at ...
... look at his corn , and see if there was any hōpe of rain . One day , as he stood there looking at the sky , and âlmōst in despair , two little rain- drops up in the clouds ōver his head saw him , and one said to the other , " Look at ...
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... look dull and heavy , and one morning when the little girl came to feed him , the poor bîrd lay dead at the bottom of the cage . The child mōurn'd grievously for the loss of her little favorite ; but her mother brought her another bird ...
... look dull and heavy , and one morning when the little girl came to feed him , the poor bîrd lay dead at the bottom of the cage . The child mōurn'd grievously for the loss of her little favorite ; but her mother brought her another bird ...
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... look like a number of little ÿellōw canary - birds sitting upon one branch . The corn ears were richly blest ; and the füller they were , the lower they bow'd their heads in pious humility . But there was âlsō a field of Buckwheat ...
... look like a number of little ÿellōw canary - birds sitting upon one branch . The corn ears were richly blest ; and the füller they were , the lower they bow'd their heads in pious humility . But there was âlsō a field of Buckwheat ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æsop âll alōne âlsō askt beautiful befōre Bēṣom bîrd bright Britons brother câll'd child corn cover'd cried därk dear dogs Dōor ears earth eyes fâll fär father fell flowers fōlk friends grass hälf härd Harold hast hath head heard heart heärts heaven hiş hōld hōly hōme Inchcape Inchcape Rock Israël Jack jär kill'd King King of Norway land Lapdogs lärge light elves living lookt Lord Lord Lovel māde mäster mōre morning mother mỹ never night Niord Norman Odin ōld ōver pärt Pebble poor püt rest rōde round SAMUEL WILDERSPIN servant shē sheep silver silver spoon silver'd sound stōne stood Stool hops sweet Tatty weeps tell thee things Thistle-seed thou thought Titty's dead tōld took tree turn'd unto vowel wâll wâter wept wind wooden spoon words ÿoü
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Página 112 - 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.
Página 129 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Página 137 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 137 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 176 - Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened unto a certain king, which would take account of his servants. And when he had begun to reckon, one was brought unto him, which owed him ten thousand talents. But forasmuch as he had not to pay, his lord commanded him to be sold, and his wife, and children, and all that he had, and payment to be made.
Página 183 - And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment : and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends : but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.
Página 180 - Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed : thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury. Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.
Página 125 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Página 131 - 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-uight will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 130 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.