Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. UnwinWilliam Jordan Unwin 1862 |
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... tell you , I should have to pun - ish you , in or - der to make you re - mem - ber it , and to pre - vent your do - ing so any more . - Mrs . Marcet . LESSON II . - CLOTHING OF ANIMALS . The sheep has a fleece to keep it warm . The bea ...
... tell you , I should have to pun - ish you , in or - der to make you re - mem - ber it , and to pre - vent your do - ing so any more . - Mrs . Marcet . LESSON II . - CLOTHING OF ANIMALS . The sheep has a fleece to keep it warm . The bea ...
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... tell you , Charles ; i - ron will melt in a very , very hot fire ; when it has been in a great while , then it will melt . Come , let us go to the smith's shop . What is he do - ing ? He has a forge : he blows the fire with a great pair ...
... tell you , Charles ; i - ron will melt in a very , very hot fire ; when it has been in a great while , then it will melt . Come , let us go to the smith's shop . What is he do - ing ? He has a forge : he blows the fire with a great pair ...
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... asked them- " Chil - dren , can you tell me what such chil - dren will do ? " One said , " They will love their en - LESS . XVI . ] NEVER HUNCH WHEN OTHERS CROWD . 11 THE CREATION-SECOND NEVER HUNCH WHEN OTHERS CROWD.
... asked them- " Chil - dren , can you tell me what such chil - dren will do ? " One said , " They will love their en - LESS . XVI . ] NEVER HUNCH WHEN OTHERS CROWD . 11 THE CREATION-SECOND NEVER HUNCH WHEN OTHERS CROWD.
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... tell me why You are sing - ing in the sky ? Oth - er lit - tle birds at rest , Have not yet be - gun to sing , Ev'ry one is in its nest , With its head be - hind its wing . Lit - tle lark , then tell me why You sing so ear - ly in the ...
... tell me why You are sing - ing in the sky ? Oth - er lit - tle birds at rest , Have not yet be - gun to sing , Ev'ry one is in its nest , With its head be - hind its wing . Lit - tle lark , then tell me why You sing so ear - ly in the ...
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... tell of sun - ny hours . While the trees are leaf - les While the fields are bar But - ter - cups and dai - sies A Spring up he Lit - tle har - dy Like to ch Pla P of I ther ' Tis to sing a mer - ry song To. 2 BUTTERCUPS AND DA.
... tell of sun - ny hours . While the trees are leaf - les While the fields are bar But - ter - cups and dai - sies A Spring up he Lit - tle har - dy Like to ch Pla P of I ther ' Tis to sing a mer - ry song To. 2 BUTTERCUPS AND DA.
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Page 191 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 80 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 193 - In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Page 195 - 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. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Page 192 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
Page 2 - 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 ; ' ' Why 'twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; ' Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he,
Page 181 - Noiselessly as the daylight comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand leaves...
Page 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Page 189 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
Page 196 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...