A Phonic Reading Book for Young Children ...1876 - 132 páginas |
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Página 12
... dead , and so I weep ! " Then said the Stool , " I'll hop ; " and so the Stool hopped . Then the Bēṣom in the corner said , " Stool , why do you hop ? " " Oh ! " said the Stool , " Titty's dead and Tatty weeps , and so I hop . " " Well ...
... dead , and so I weep ! " Then said the Stool , " I'll hop ; " and so the Stool hopped . Then the Bēṣom in the corner said , " Stool , why do you hop ? " " Oh ! " said the Stool , " Titty's dead and Tatty weeps , and so I hop . " " Well ...
Página 13
... dead and Tatty weeps , the Stool hops and the Bēṣom sweeps , and sō I jär . " Then , " said the Window , “ I'll creak ; " and the Window creaked . " ( Now there was an ōld Form outside , and it asked , " Window , why do yoû creak ...
... dead and Tatty weeps , the Stool hops and the Bēṣom sweeps , and sō I jär . " Then , " said the Window , “ I'll creak ; " and the Window creaked . " ( Now there was an ōld Form outside , and it asked , " Window , why do yoû creak ...
Página 14
... dead and Tatty weeps , the Stool hops and the Bēṣom sweeps , the Door järs and the Window creaks , thē ōld Form runs round the house , the Wâlnut - tree sheds its leaves , and so I mōult my feathers . " " Well , then , " said the little ...
... dead and Tatty weeps , the Stool hops and the Bēṣom sweeps , the Door järs and the Window creaks , thē ōld Form runs round the house , the Wâlnut - tree sheds its leaves , and so I mōult my feathers . " " Well , then , " said the little ...
Página 15
... dead at the bottom of the cage . The child mourned grievously for the loss of her little favorite ; but her mother brought her another bîrd , which sang aș delightfully as the fîrst , and ēven surpassed it in beauty of color , and put ...
... dead at the bottom of the cage . The child mourned grievously for the loss of her little favorite ; but her mother brought her another bîrd , which sang aș delightfully as the fîrst , and ēven surpassed it in beauty of color , and put ...
Página 19
... dead useless plant . And the ōld Willow - tree waved its branches to and frō in the wind , and lärge drops of wâter fell from the green leaves , as though the tree wept . And the Sparrows asked , " Why weepest thou ? It is sō beautiful ...
... dead useless plant . And the ōld Willow - tree waved its branches to and frō in the wind , and lärge drops of wâter fell from the green leaves , as though the tree wept . And the Sparrows asked , " Why weepest thou ? It is sō beautiful ...
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âll âlmost alōne âlways beautiful befōre Bēṣom bîrd bōth bright brother Buckwheat câlled child Cōlt consonants corn cried därk dead and Tatty dear Dōor dwârfs English eyes fär field flowers fōlk gärden glottis grass greāt green grew hälf härd Harold head heard Hermod hōme Jack jär King King of Norway Lapdogs leaves lessons letters light elves little gîrl little Lamb lived looked māde mäster mōre morning mother mỹ never night Niord Norman Odin ōld ōver pärt pear-tree Pebble Phonic Alphabet Phonic method PHONIC READING BOOK phonic teaching poor pretty püt replied rōde round shē sheep silent letters silver spoon sounds stōnes stood Stool hops sunbeam Tatty weeps teacher tell thē Thistle-seed thōṣe thou thought Titty's dead tree vowels wâll wârm wâter whispered wind wooden spoon words yoû yoûr
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Página 120 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 130 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Página 116 - I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 121 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 121 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 112 - 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.
Página 111 - 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.
Página 107 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, -- Thinking only of her brilliant eyes , and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head- -poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider , and fiercely held her fast . He dragged her up his winding stair , into his dismal den Within his little parlor --but she ne'er came out again!
Página 131 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Página 123 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.