A Third Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, for the Use of the Third Classes in Public and Private Schools : with an Introductory Treatise on Reading and the Training of Vocal OrgansSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1858 - 182 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
6. oldal
... returned but echoes , or the cries of wild ani- mals , that had never sounded so fearful before . While Lefevre and all his family were in search of the lost boy , and their hopes were every moment sinking more and more into despair ...
... returned but echoes , or the cries of wild ani- mals , that had never sounded so fearful before . While Lefevre and all his family were in search of the lost boy , and their hopes were every moment sinking more and more into despair ...
7. oldal
... returned in about half an hour to his master , with such expressions of satisfaction that there could be no doubt he had discovered the lost one ; but whether dead or alive no one could tell , and this fearful doubt was hardly less ...
... returned in about half an hour to his master , with such expressions of satisfaction that there could be no doubt he had discovered the lost one ; but whether dead or alive no one could tell , and this fearful doubt was hardly less ...
13. oldal
... returned from a visit to the pond , and have seen the bright - eyed girl sporting with her obedient swarms of pickerel , pouts , and shiners , patting them on the head , touch- ing their sides , and letting them slip through her hands ...
... returned from a visit to the pond , and have seen the bright - eyed girl sporting with her obedient swarms of pickerel , pouts , and shiners , patting them on the head , touch- ing their sides , and letting them slip through her hands ...
21. oldal
... returned to the emigrant , who , on hearing the story , with difficulty pre- vailed upon the innkeeper to accept a small sum for the peasant's breakfast . XIV . THE SUNBEAM . MRS . HEMANS . THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall : A joy ...
... returned to the emigrant , who , on hearing the story , with difficulty pre- vailed upon the innkeeper to accept a small sum for the peasant's breakfast . XIV . THE SUNBEAM . MRS . HEMANS . THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall : A joy ...
31. oldal
... returning with the value of the money in bread . There were many useless and ill - behaved curs in the village ; but ... returned with his coat soiled and his ears scratched , having been attacked by a large number of curs while he had ...
... returning with the value of the money in bread . There were many useless and ill - behaved curs in the village ; but ... returned with his coat soiled and his ears scratched , having been attacked by a large number of curs while he had ...
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a-we Accented animal arms articulation battle of Trenton beautiful Benjamin Benjamin West bird breath brother called canton of Glarus chamois child compound crows dark dear death e-nd e-ve Eagle earth EDDYSTONE LIGHTHOUSE element eyes father fear feel feet fire flowers foot friends girl give grave ground Gustavus hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven horse Inchcape Inchcape rock Indian insect king knew lady little Ben live look master monkey morning mother mountain mouth never Newfoundland dog night Nokomis o'er once oo-ze orthoepy Pibroch rock seemed Shagreen Sir Walter Scott smiled sound speak spirit spring stones storm subtonic syllable tear tell temper thee thing thou thought Tödi Tom Allen tonic took tree Unaccented vessel vocal vocule voice Wallace watch waves wild wings words young Zenaida dove
Népszerű szakaszok
160. oldal - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
140. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
109. oldal - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
87. oldal - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
xxv. oldal - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
158. oldal - Tongue was the lawyer and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning, While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
111. oldal - How soft the music of those village bells,' Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
72. oldal - Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered: "Once a warrior, very angry, Seized his grandmother, and threw her Up into the sky at midnight; Right against the moon he threw her; T is her body that you see there." Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
109. oldal - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
18. oldal - With truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.