The pronouncing reading book for children, with an intr., by W.L. RobinsonWilliam L Robinson 1862 |
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... mountain ; the hill - sheep cropt the short heath among the rocks , and the sweet grass of the mountain pasture ; and in a qüïët spot , shelter'd and lonely , there sat One that mōurn'd by a grass - cover'd grave . There was nō stōne to ...
... mountain ; the hill - sheep cropt the short heath among the rocks , and the sweet grass of the mountain pasture ; and in a qüïët spot , shelter'd and lonely , there sat One that mōurn'd by a grass - cover'd grave . There was nō stōne to ...
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... mountains , how clever and useful they were ; how active and bōld in ranging the wild hills in snow - storm and in mist , saving many a sheep from cruel and lingering death every year ; how they knew every lamb in the flock , and would ...
... mountains , how clever and useful they were ; how active and bōld in ranging the wild hills in snow - storm and in mist , saving many a sheep from cruel and lingering death every year ; how they knew every lamb in the flock , and would ...
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... mountain , and how they went to the top of it , which was âlways cover'd with snow , and how difficult and dan- gerous it was for strangers to cross thēṣe mountains without guides . " Near the top , " said Jack , " we found a ...
... mountain , and how they went to the top of it , which was âlways cover'd with snow , and how difficult and dan- gerous it was for strangers to cross thēṣe mountains without guides . " Near the top , " said Jack , " we found a ...
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... mountains in my little boat , I met two men on horseback , riding on one mare : so I askt them " Could they tell me whether the little ōld woman was dead yet , who was hang'd last Saturday week for drowning herself in a show - er of ...
... mountains in my little boat , I met two men on horseback , riding on one mare : so I askt them " Could they tell me whether the little ōld woman was dead yet , who was hang'd last Saturday week for drowning herself in a show - er of ...
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... , friends and tirewomen . At the twelfth new moon they pitcht their tents on a range of hills near an inland sea . The greater part of one night they were dis- turb'd by mysterious whisperings that crept up the mountain side 72.
... , friends and tirewomen . At the twelfth new moon they pitcht their tents on a range of hills near an inland sea . The greater part of one night they were dis- turb'd by mysterious whisperings that crept up the mountain side 72.
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.