The Oriel readers. First (-Third) infant primer1885 |
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30. oldal
... light , like ruined gables , old and brown . Yoho ! down the pebbly dip , and through the merry water - splash , and up at a canter to the level road again . 9. Yoho ! among the gathering shades ; making of no account the deep ...
... light , like ruined gables , old and brown . Yoho ! down the pebbly dip , and through the merry water - splash , and up at a canter to the level road again . 9. Yoho ! among the gathering shades ; making of no account the deep ...
31. oldal
Oriel readers. light and darkness , all the same , as if the light of London , fifty miles away , were quite enough to travel by , and some to spare . Yoho ! beside the village green , where cricket - players linger yet , and every ...
Oriel readers. light and darkness , all the same , as if the light of London , fifty miles away , were quite enough to travel by , and some to spare . Yoho ! beside the village green , where cricket - players linger yet , and every ...
32. oldal
... light , airy , gauze - like mist , which in our eyes of modest admiration gives a new charm to the beauties it is spread before . Yoho ! Why , now we travel like the moon herself . Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in ...
... light , airy , gauze - like mist , which in our eyes of modest admiration gives a new charm to the beauties it is spread before . Yoho ! Why , now we travel like the moon herself . Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in ...
40. oldal
... light around us , and Bell , pulling her grey and woollen shawl more tightly around her , turned to look at the wonders of Grasmere , which she had not seen for many years . A yellow moon was rising over the dusky heights of Silver Home ...
... light around us , and Bell , pulling her grey and woollen shawl more tightly around her , turned to look at the wonders of Grasmere , which she had not seen for many years . A yellow moon was rising over the dusky heights of Silver Home ...
41. oldal
... light shone on the gleaming blades of the oars - we were all at once startled by a loud and hissing noise , that caused Tita to utter a slight cry of alarm . We had run into a great bed of water- weeds , that was all — a tangled mass of ...
... light shone on the gleaming blades of the oars - we were all at once startled by a loud and hissing noise , that caused Tita to utter a slight cry of alarm . We had run into a great bed of water- weeds , that was all — a tangled mass of ...
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adjectives adverbs Analyse animals armour arms arrow BATTLE OF OTTERBURN bear beautiful bird bird-lime Black Knight Bob Cratchit brave canary child church colour cried Darling dear door Douglas earth eggs English eyes father fire flames flowers Floy forest gate golden Grace Darling Grammar Grasmere grass green grey grizzly grizzly bear hand heard heart hills horse Hubert hunter hyænas idlesse king KING LEAR land Lars Porsena LESSON lines in verse Locksley looked merry mountain nest never night noble noise Norway nouns o'er Old Farm-gate Parse passed pleasant poison fangs Prince John prison quoth roaring rocks round Scrooge sentences shaft shot side singing snake song sound stream subjunctive mood sweet thee thou thought Town Pump tree verbs voice wall wallflower Wamba wild wind woods words Yoho young Zephyrus
Népszerű szakaszok
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.