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... . BY . J. S. LAURIE , EDITOR OF " THE GRADUATED SERIES OF READING - LESSON BOOKS , " ETC. LONDON : LONGMAN , GREEN , LONGMAN , AND ROBERTS . 1863 . BUD 312 ОТОБ OXFO MEMORANDUM . Revised Code . STANDARD THE STANDARD ' SERIES.
... . BY . J. S. LAURIE , EDITOR OF " THE GRADUATED SERIES OF READING - LESSON BOOKS , " ETC. LONDON : LONGMAN , GREEN , LONGMAN , AND ROBERTS . 1863 . BUD 312 ОТОБ OXFO MEMORANDUM . Revised Code . STANDARD THE STANDARD ' SERIES.
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... green ; The furrow lies fresh ; this year will be , As years that are past have been . Fall gently and still , good corn , Lie warm in thy earthly bed ; And stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Old Mother ...
... green ; The furrow lies fresh ; this year will be , As years that are past have been . Fall gently and still , good corn , Lie warm in thy earthly bed ; And stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Old Mother ...
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... green covert , where , from out The forehead of a pollard oak , § The leafy antlers sprout ; For she who plann'd the mossy lodge , Mistrusting her evasive skill , Had to a primrose look'd for aid Her wishes to fulfil . High on the ...
... green covert , where , from out The forehead of a pollard oak , § The leafy antlers sprout ; For she who plann'd the mossy lodge , Mistrusting her evasive skill , Had to a primrose look'd for aid Her wishes to fulfil . High on the ...
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... green . The dog is not of mountain breed ; Its motions , too , are wild and shy ; With something , as the shepherd thinks , Unusual in its cry : * Mimic , imitative . Articulate , utter . + Sack , drink . § Querulous , quarrelsome . Nor ...
... green . The dog is not of mountain breed ; Its motions , too , are wild and shy ; With something , as the shepherd thinks , Unusual in its cry : * Mimic , imitative . Articulate , utter . + Sack , drink . § Querulous , quarrelsome . Nor ...
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... pretty thing ! would you not live with me ? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas ; Why not live sweetly , as in the green trees ? G J. Keats . INVITATION TO BIRDS . YE gentle warblers ! hither fly THE FIFTH 6 81 STANDARD ' READER .
... pretty thing ! would you not live with me ? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas ; Why not live sweetly , as in the green trees ? G J. Keats . INVITATION TO BIRDS . YE gentle warblers ! hither fly THE FIFTH 6 81 STANDARD ' READER .
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 141 - 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.
Página 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.