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Side 19
... South America . Its note sounds like a bell - hence its name . De - light ' , happiness . Glanc - ing , darting quickly , like rays of light . Low - ers , falls ; comes down . Pal - met - to , a kind of fan - palm , found in the ...
... South America . Its note sounds like a bell - hence its name . De - light ' , happiness . Glanc - ing , darting quickly , like rays of light . Low - ers , falls ; comes down . Pal - met - to , a kind of fan - palm , found in the ...
Side 21
... south of England . Pic - nic , a feast in the open air . Snatch - ing , seizing quickly . His mother SOLOMON SLOW was the son of a gentleman , who lived on the border * of the New Forest . * called him Solomon , " Because , " she said ...
... south of England . Pic - nic , a feast in the open air . Snatch - ing , seizing quickly . His mother SOLOMON SLOW was the son of a gentleman , who lived on the border * of the New Forest . * called him Solomon , " Because , " she said ...
Side 23
... South America . He had with him a number of red wool- len caps for sale . On his way to a town at some distance from the coast , he had to pass through a forest , in which troops of monkeys were everywhere seen climbing among the trees ...
... South America . He had with him a number of red wool- len caps for sale . On his way to a town at some distance from the coast , he had to pass through a forest , in which troops of monkeys were everywhere seen climbing among the trees ...
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... south | Ex - act - ly , without mistake ; precisely . of India . Em - ploy ' , make use of . In - ter - est - ing , pleasing ; amusing . Ob - sta - cle , anything in the way . En - gin - eer ' , one who makes railways , Sat - is - fied ...
... south | Ex - act - ly , without mistake ; precisely . of India . Em - ploy ' , make use of . In - ter - est - ing , pleasing ; amusing . Ob - sta - cle , anything in the way . En - gin - eer ' , one who makes railways , Sat - is - fied ...
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... South America . What is the finest kind of Woollen Cloth ? Cashmere , made from the wool of the Cashmere goat . - Silk . From what is Silk made ? From the fine threads made by a cater- pillar called , the silk - worm , and wound round ...
... South America . What is the finest kind of Woollen Cloth ? Cashmere , made from the wool of the Cashmere goat . - Silk . From what is Silk made ? From the fine threads made by a cater- pillar called , the silk - worm , and wound round ...
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The Royal readers. (Roy. sch. ser.). Ser.3. No.1,2 [2 eds.], 4 Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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Side 49 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Side 103 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! 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-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Side 47 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Side 187 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. "Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Side 104 - You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow." " That, Father! will I gladly do: Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon!
Side 105 - Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
Side 47 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 54 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there 'sa crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.
Side 82 - OH ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ; The summer comes, with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild— the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our Tine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me.
Side 73 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things...