Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. UnwinWilliam Jordan Unwin 1862 |
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... know a fly does feel pain , it would be ver - y wrong if you ev - er did an - y thing of this kind a - gain , ei - ther to a fly or to an - y oth - er liv - ing B crea - ture . To give pain with - out HARRY AND THE FLIES.
... know a fly does feel pain , it would be ver - y wrong if you ev - er did an - y thing of this kind a - gain , ei - ther to a fly or to an - y oth - er liv - ing B crea - ture . To give pain with - out HARRY AND THE FLIES.
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William Jordan Unwin. crea - ture . To give pain with - out an - y use is cru - el ; and I should not love my lit - tle Har - ry if he were cru - el : and , if you were to for - get what I now tell you , I should have to pun - ish you ...
William Jordan Unwin. crea - ture . To give pain with - out an - y use is cru - el ; and I should not love my lit - tle Har - ry if he were cru - el : and , if you were to for - get what I now tell you , I should have to pun - ish you ...
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William Jordan Unwin. cream . The cream is skimmed off the top of the milk , and kept , to make but - ter with . A young cow or ox is called a calf . It is a pret - ty , gen - tle crea - ture . It lives on milk , which it sucks from the ...
William Jordan Unwin. cream . The cream is skimmed off the top of the milk , and kept , to make but - ter with . A young cow or ox is called a calf . It is a pret - ty , gen - tle crea - ture . It lives on milk , which it sucks from the ...
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... crea - tures more beau - ti - ful than fish , to fly out of the wa - ter . The birds they perched up - on the trees , and sang a - mong the branch - es . - Birds have wings , and are cov - ered with feath - ers of all col - ours . The ...
... crea - tures more beau - ti - ful than fish , to fly out of the wa - ter . The birds they perched up - on the trees , and sang a - mong the branch - es . - Birds have wings , and are cov - ered with feath - ers of all col - ours . The ...
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... crea - tures , called in - sects . God made them come out of the earth , and not out of the wa - ter , like birds D 2 LESS . XXXV ] 29 THE CREATION -SIXTH DAY . Todd "Peep of Day" THE WEEK THE ACORN THE CREATION-SIXTH.
... crea - tures , called in - sects . God made them come out of the earth , and not out of the wa - ter , like birds D 2 LESS . XXXV ] 29 THE CREATION -SIXTH DAY . Todd "Peep of Day" THE WEEK THE ACORN THE CREATION-SIXTH.
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193. oldal - 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.
82. oldal - 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.
195. oldal - 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...
197. oldal - 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.
194. oldal - 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.
4. oldal - 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,
183. oldal - 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...
83. oldal - 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...
191. oldal - 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.
198. oldal - 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...