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Side 7
... * I know But I should like to learn the poem as well as I can ; for the boys laugh at me , and call me ' Slow Tom . ' " " Well , dear , " said the dame , in a kind voice , " if you are slow , and can't help it , try. MOTHE.
... * I know But I should like to learn the poem as well as I can ; for the boys laugh at me , and call me ' Slow Tom . ' " " Well , dear , " said the dame , in a kind voice , " if you are slow , and can't help it , try. MOTHE.
Side 12
... kind of wine , made of honey and water . Mer - chant , one who buys and sells . Plen - ti - ful - ly , in great abundance . Strewed , spread , or scattered loosely . Tank - ard , a large drinking - can . no tea at all in our olden time ...
... kind of wine , made of honey and water . Mer - chant , one who buys and sells . Plen - ti - ful - ly , in great abundance . Strewed , spread , or scattered loosely . Tank - ard , a large drinking - can . no tea at all in our olden time ...
Side 16
... kind - ly gen - tle - man WRITE : - seize fellow merrily eating knuckles between laughing stretched mischief PROVERBS ( Elliptical ) . The following are all the words required in this Exercise . glit ters com - mand ' need y quar - rel ...
... kind - ly gen - tle - man WRITE : - seize fellow merrily eating knuckles between laughing stretched mischief PROVERBS ( Elliptical ) . The following are all the words required in this Exercise . glit ters com - mand ' need y quar - rel ...
Side 19
... kind of countries do they live ? What is the humming - bird in the picture doing ? Who takes her place when she is tired ? What causes the humming ? What do these birds feed upon ? PRONOUNCE in syllables : - feath - er monk - eys scarce ...
... kind of countries do they live ? What is the humming - bird in the picture doing ? Who takes her place when she is tired ? What causes the humming ? What do these birds feed upon ? PRONOUNCE in syllables : - feath - er monk - eys scarce ...
Side 22
... kind of man did he turn out ? PRONOUNCE in syllables : — bright - ly la - zi - ly an - swer sulk - i - ly run - ning bus - iness Sol - o - mon min - utes plen - ty emp - ty WRITE : - heard planned lazily sulkily answer running brightly ...
... kind of man did he turn out ? PRONOUNCE in syllables : — bright - ly la - zi - ly an - swer sulk - i - ly run - ning bus - iness Sol - o - mon min - utes plen - ty emp - ty WRITE : - heard planned lazily sulkily answer running brightly ...
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The Royal readers. (Roy. sch. ser.). Ser.3. No.1,2 [2 eds.], 4, Volum 1 Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1878 |
The Royal readers. (Roy. sch. ser.). Ser.3. No.1,2 [2 eds.], 4 Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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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African elephant America animal asked ayah beavers bird boat Bobby bough bread bright buds called caps Ceylon chiefly child cloth cold corral cricket cried Dick dinner door duke Earth elephant ELLIPTICAL EXERCISES England eyes father fire flowers forest fruit girl grow hand harpoon head heard humming-bird India iron island kind land Laplander Lapp laugh leaves lesson live look MARY HOWITT master metal Minorca monks morning mother nest never Newfoundland dog night once ostrich parrot picture poor potato Prince prize PRONOUNCE in syllables pudding QUESTIONS.-What red lobster reindeer replied round sailors Saint Bernard dog ships sing smart-ing snow soon South America Spain sud-den-ly summer sure tell things thought tiger told trees trunk turn warm whale wild winter wonder wood words WRITE
Populære avsnitt
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...