The Oriel readers. First (-Third) infant primer1885 |
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36. oldal
... heart . 5. Among the hired men of our hunting party was one William Cannon , who had been a soldier at one of the frontier posts , and had entered into our service . He was an inexperienced hunter and a poor shot , for which he was much ...
... heart . 5. Among the hired men of our hunting party was one William Cannon , who had been a soldier at one of the frontier posts , and had entered into our service . He was an inexperienced hunter and a poor shot , for which he was much ...
62. oldal
... heart and tongue never be scorched with a fiercer thirst than now ! There , my dear child , put down the cup , and yield your place to this elderly gentleman , who treads so tenderly over the stones , that I suspect he is afraid of ...
... heart and tongue never be scorched with a fiercer thirst than now ! There , my dear child , put down the cup , and yield your place to this elderly gentleman , who treads so tenderly over the stones , that I suspect he is afraid of ...
66. oldal
... heart and die . Sin , if she do not die , shall lose half her strength . Until now , the frenzy of here- ditary fever has raged in the human blood , transmitted from sire to son , and rekindled in every generation , by fresh draughts of ...
... heart and die . Sin , if she do not die , shall lose half her strength . Until now , the frenzy of here- ditary fever has raged in the human blood , transmitted from sire to son , and rekindled in every generation , by fresh draughts of ...
69. oldal
... heart is sinking ; I am jealous lest he attempt to escape the trial . And do you , good fellows , shoot boldly round ; a buck and a butt of wine are ready for your refreshment in yonder tent when the prize is won . " 6. A target was ...
... heart is sinking ; I am jealous lest he attempt to escape the trial . And do you , good fellows , shoot boldly round ; a buck and a butt of wine are ready for your refreshment in yonder tent when the prize is won . " 6. A target was ...
87. oldal
... heart to believe that , day by day , what I had learned , and thought , and delighted in , and raised my fancy and my emulation up by , was passing away from me , never to be brought back any more- cannot be written . 10. My whole ...
... heart to believe that , day by day , what I had learned , and thought , and delighted in , and raised my fancy and my emulation up by , was passing away from me , never to be brought back any more- cannot be written . 10. My whole ...
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223. oldal - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings...
224. oldal - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
130. oldal - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
121. oldal - Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world.
181. oldal - I intend to form several of my ensuing speculations. Sir Roger, who is very well acquainted with my humour, lets me rise and go to bed when I please, dine at his own table or in my chamber as I think fit, sit still and say nothing without bidding me be merry.
204. oldal - They climb up into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me: They seem to be everywhere.
121. oldal - A merry Christmas. Bob !" said Scrooge, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back. " A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year ! I'll raise your salary, and endeavor to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon, over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop, Bob ! Make up the fires, and buy another coal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit !" Scrooge was better than his word.
227. oldal - And now he feels the bottom ; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
123. oldal - But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Floy of his dream, and smiled.
233. oldal - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.