The pronouncing reading book for children, with an intr., by W.L. RobinsonWilliam L Robinson 1862 |
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... silver . " " True ; and I soon found that I was to be a button , for they fasten'd a tail to mē , and rubb'd me for a great length of time , till I became very bright . I was then stuck with the rest of us on a sheet of thick white ...
... silver . " " True ; and I soon found that I was to be a button , for they fasten'd a tail to mē , and rubb'd me for a great length of time , till I became very bright . I was then stuck with the rest of us on a sheet of thick white ...
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... silver spoon . " The meat - mother wisht to satisfy her pretty wooden spoon ; sõ shē carried her to a silversmith , who promised to ōverlay her with silver . He did sō . The wooden spoon was silver'd ōver , and shone like the sun . Then ...
... silver spoon . " The meat - mother wisht to satisfy her pretty wooden spoon ; sõ shē carried her to a silversmith , who promised to ōverlay her with silver . He did sō . The wooden spoon was silver'd ōver , and shone like the sun . Then ...
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... silver was brought out , and the poor wooden spoon was still left alone in the basket , she com- plain'd again to the mistress and said ; " Dear lady , I have to beg that the servants may understand that I am a silver spoon , and have a ...
... silver was brought out , and the poor wooden spoon was still left alone in the basket , she com- plain'd again to the mistress and said ; " Dear lady , I have to beg that the servants may understand that I am a silver spoon , and have a ...
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... silver spoon . " So the silver- smith bōred deep into her heart , and fill'd it up with melted lead , which soon härden'd within it . But she suffer'd âll for honor's sake . Then she was silver'd ōver again , and brought back to the ...
... silver spoon . " So the silver- smith bōred deep into her heart , and fill'd it up with melted lead , which soon härden'd within it . But she suffer'd âll for honor's sake . Then she was silver'd ōver again , and brought back to the ...
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... silver one , sō well was shē silver'd , and sō heavy had she been made . But the meat- mother died . At that , the silver'd spoon , in- stead of sorrowing , as she once would have done , âlmōst rejoiced ; for every time shē had lain ...
... silver one , sō well was shē silver'd , and sō heavy had she been made . But the meat- mother died . At that , the silver'd spoon , in- stead of sorrowing , as she once would have done , âlmōst rejoiced ; for every time shē had lain ...
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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.