The Oriel readers. First (-Third) infant primer1885 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 24 találatból.
9. oldal
... sounds which the thrush and other feathered songsters pour out on all sides . 13. We now proceed to examine the underwood for the nests of those small birds whose favourite nesting - place it forms . The beautiful nest and eggs of the ...
... sounds which the thrush and other feathered songsters pour out on all sides . 13. We now proceed to examine the underwood for the nests of those small birds whose favourite nesting - place it forms . The beautiful nest and eggs of the ...
24. oldal
... sound to which her natural THE MOTHER'S INSTINCT . children are SO obedient . Being in the water , they seize insects of every kind , which they can only know from their instincts to be good for food . A of Ceylon . On the bank of a ...
... sound to which her natural THE MOTHER'S INSTINCT . children are SO obedient . Being in the water , they seize insects of every kind , which they can only know from their instincts to be good for food . A of Ceylon . On the bank of a ...
25. oldal
... sound . His curiosity was excited , and he was induced to search beneath the surface of the sand . Besides two or three young animals lately come from the shell , he found several eggs which were still entire . He broke the shell of one ...
... sound . His curiosity was excited , and he was induced to search beneath the surface of the sand . Besides two or three young animals lately come from the shell , he found several eggs which were still entire . He broke the shell of one ...
41. oldal
... sound of the row- locks told of our progress , and the moon- light shone on the 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 ...
... sound of the row- locks told of our progress , and the moon- light shone on the 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 ...
84. oldal
... with rats . 2. Its wainscoted rooms , and its rotten floors and staircase , and the old grey rats swarming down in the cellars , and the sound of their squeaking and scuffling coming up the stairs 84 Dickens ' Boyhood .
... with rats . 2. Its wainscoted rooms , and its rotten floors and staircase , and the old grey rats swarming down in the cellars , and the sound of their squeaking and scuffling coming up the stairs 84 Dickens ' Boyhood .
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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.