The Oriel readers. First (-Third) infant primer1885 |
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11. oldal
... mountains . There is a great trade there , chiefly in salt fish , I believe any way , the forty thousand in- habitants seemed , from the stir on shore and in the harbour , to have plenty to Occupy them . 2. We landed and walked round ...
... mountains . There is a great trade there , chiefly in salt fish , I believe any way , the forty thousand in- habitants seemed , from the stir on shore and in the harbour , to have plenty to Occupy them . 2. We landed and walked round ...
35. oldal
... Mountains . Here he lurks in caverns , or holes which he has dug in the sides of hills , or under the roots and trunks of fallen trees . Like the common bear , he is fond of fruits , and mast , and roots , the latter of which he will ...
... Mountains . Here he lurks in caverns , or holes which he has dug in the sides of hills , or under the roots and trunks of fallen trees . Like the common bear , he is fond of fruits , and mast , and roots , the latter of which he will ...
45. oldal
... mountain glens of the south - east of France . There were honest little water- rats too , who I dare say sat up on their hind legs like monkeys , nibbling the water- lily pods , thousands of years ago , as they The True Fairy Tale . 45.
... mountain glens of the south - east of France . There were honest little water- rats too , who I dare say sat up on their hind legs like monkeys , nibbling the water- lily pods , thousands of years ago , as they The True Fairy Tale . 45.
48. oldal
... mountain side . And so “ It grew wondrous cold , And ice mast - high came floating by , As green as emerald . ” 5. The icebergs brought with them vast quantities of mud , which sank to the bottom , and covered up that pleasant old ...
... mountain side . And so “ It grew wondrous cold , And ice mast - high came floating by , As green as emerald . ” 5. The icebergs brought with them vast quantities of mud , which sank to the bottom , and covered up that pleasant old ...
80. oldal
... which they obtain from the mountain streams in sum- mer , when these are low . 5. In France and Italy the fox does great mischief by feeding on the grapes . Its taste for these luxuries has been noticed in the ancient. 80 The Fox .
... which they obtain from the mountain streams in sum- mer , when these are low . 5. In France and Italy the fox does great mischief by feeding on the grapes . Its taste for these luxuries has been noticed in the ancient. 80 The Fox .
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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.