A Phonic Reading Book for Young Children ...1876 - 132 páginas |
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... thou fly ? " " I will fly to the woods , or the caverns , or the great deșert , " was the reply . " Son ! said the Dervise , " how knowest thou , when thou seëst not thy fellow - men , that thou art surrounded by them ? ” " I know it by ...
... thou fly ? " " I will fly to the woods , or the caverns , or the great deșert , " was the reply . " Son ! said the Dervise , " how knowest thou , when thou seëst not thy fellow - men , that thou art surrounded by them ? ” " I know it by ...
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... thou hast time to entreat for mercy . " " No , I will not bow ! " said the Buckwheat . " Clōṣe thy flowers , and fold thy leaves , " said the ōld Willow - tree ; " look not into the flash , when the cloud breaks . Men even dare not do ...
... thou hast time to entreat for mercy . " " No , I will not bow ! " said the Buckwheat . " Clōṣe thy flowers , and fold thy leaves , " said the ōld Willow - tree ; " look not into the flash , when the cloud breaks . Men even dare not do ...
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... thou ? It is sō beautiful here ! See how the sun shines ; how the clouds pass over the clear sky ; how sweet is the fragrance of the flowers ! Why , then , weepest thou , ōld Willow - tree ? " And the Willow - tree tōld of the ...
... thou ? It is sō beautiful here ! See how the sun shines ; how the clouds pass over the clear sky ; how sweet is the fragrance of the flowers ! Why , then , weepest thou , ōld Willow - tree ? " And the Willow - tree tōld of the ...
Página 122
... For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner it's ōver , the sooner to sleep ; And goodbye to the bär and its moaning . 47. - TRUST . 1. Commit thou âll thy griefs 122 XLVII.
... For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner it's ōver , the sooner to sleep ; And goodbye to the bär and its moaning . 47. - TRUST . 1. Commit thou âll thy griefs 122 XLVII.
Página 123
... thou His tīme — thỹ därkest night ... shall end in brightest day . 48. - INGRATITUDE . 1. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , thou ärt not so unkind as man's ingratitude ; thy tooth is not so keen ... because thou art not seen , although ...
... thou His tīme — thỹ därkest night ... shall end in brightest day . 48. - INGRATITUDE . 1. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , thou ärt not so unkind as man's ingratitude ; thy tooth is not so keen ... because thou art not seen , although ...
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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.