The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 |
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4. oldal
... tell you . " Hastily he fetched a candle , lighted it , and then when all were look- ing to see what he was doing , in triumph he pro- duced his earnings . You may imagine the sur- prise and joy with which they crowded round to hear the ...
... tell you . " Hastily he fetched a candle , lighted it , and then when all were look- ing to see what he was doing , in triumph he pro- duced his earnings . You may imagine the sur- prise and joy with which they crowded round to hear the ...
5. oldal
... tell you something about their looks and charac - in having a big house , plenty of money , and lots ters . Tom was one of the largest cats ever seen . of toys and story books . You know very well that He was not afraid of anything ...
... tell you something about their looks and charac - in having a big house , plenty of money , and lots ters . Tom was one of the largest cats ever seen . of toys and story books . You know very well that He was not afraid of anything ...
6. oldal
... tell you ) belongs the honour of making it thoroughly known to this Continent . About the year 1250 , he visited Bengal , and made him- self master of the cultivation of the plant , and the manufacture of its sweet product . Returning ...
... tell you ) belongs the honour of making it thoroughly known to this Continent . About the year 1250 , he visited Bengal , and made him- self master of the cultivation of the plant , and the manufacture of its sweet product . Returning ...
10. oldal
... telling you that . " " And so you want me to grow up a big man , and take care of you , grandmother , and Tots , " Mark answered . He was still thinking more of himself than of his grandmother's words . " Well , I hope I shall soon . I ...
... telling you that . " " And so you want me to grow up a big man , and take care of you , grandmother , and Tots , " Mark answered . He was still thinking more of himself than of his grandmother's words . " Well , I hope I shall soon . I ...
20. oldal
... tell him as we sit on the stile , surrounded by the newly - cut corn , and beneath the bright light of the moon which is turning night into day . " If he attempts to strike you , knock him down , " said one of my friends : " you are ...
... tell him as we sit on the stile , surrounded by the newly - cut corn , and beneath the bright light of the moon which is turning night into day . " If he attempts to strike you , knock him down , " said one of my friends : " you are ...
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ACROSTIC answered Arthur asked Aunt beautiful BRITISH JUVENILE BRITISH WORKWOMAN brother called chamois Channel Islands child cotton cowslips cried dear Dermy Dick Ruthven Donald door eyes face father felt flowers Freddy friends garden Gelert give grandmother hand happy Harry head heard heart Heywood hoop kind knew lady laughed little boy little girl little red hen lived look Maggie Magsie Margery Mark master Merriton Miles Coverdale mind Minnie Miss Haddon morning mother never night nosegay old oaken bucket once Orkney Isles pleasant poor pretty replied Robert round seemed Sibyl sight Silverbell sister smile soon Steve sure sweet tears tell things thought told took Tots tree Tuffy United Kingdom voice walk Willie window Winnie wish wonder WORD SQUARES words young
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102. oldal - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
101. oldal - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
179. oldal - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ! The old oaken bucket,...
179. oldal - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
101. oldal - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
54. oldal - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth...
102. oldal - I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
102. oldal - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
67. oldal - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
69. oldal - And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three-score years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought.