The Union, Number Five: Containing Lessons for Reading and Spelling, with Exercises in Mental Arithmetic, Abbreviations, Definitions, & C. Being the Fith of a Series of Spelling and Reading Books, in Six Numbers, 5. kötet

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W. Marshall & Company, 1840 - 296 oldal

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140. oldal - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
140. oldal - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, — " 'Tis some poor...
140. oldal - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
140. oldal - twas a famous victory. 'My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where...
141. 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, 'It was a famous victory.
157. oldal - Once more against the English host His band he led, and once more lost The meed for which he fought ; And now from battle, faint and worn, The homeless fugitive forlorn A hut's lone shelter sought.
141. oldal - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
184. oldal - And there I from a shepherd heard a narrative of fear, — A tale to rend a mortal heart, which mothers might not hear; The tears were standing in his eyes, his voice was tremulous; But wiping all those tears away...
79. oldal - ... her gentler and weaker hands helped to bar the door against want. Of ten children, that had been born to them, they had lost three ; and as they had fed, clothed, and educated them respectably, so did they give them who died a respectable funeral. The living did not grudge to give up, for a while, some of their daily comforts...
88. oldal - In some time after he presented himself before the king : 'he recounted his misfortunes ; magnified his services ; and this inhuman wretch, who had looked with an eye of envy on the possessions of the man...

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