Watson's ... book of reading. [Another], Libro 5 |
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... Poor , Frost - Snow - Ice , ... 145 Rugby Hymn Book , 147 ... Evenings at Home , 148 ... Old Barnaby , 151 Southey , ... 152 Constable's Series , 153 155 157 158 ... Oliver Goldsmith , Jane Taylor , Mrs. Marcet , ... ... Chambers's ...
... Poor , Frost - Snow - Ice , ... 145 Rugby Hymn Book , 147 ... Evenings at Home , 148 ... Old Barnaby , 151 Southey , ... 152 Constable's Series , 153 155 157 158 ... Oliver Goldsmith , Jane Taylor , Mrs. Marcet , ... ... Chambers's ...
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... poor boy , who was called " Little Peter . " He was an orphan , and begged his bread from door to door . He sang very prettily , and people seldom sent him away empty - handed . It was an idle and sad life which he led , but Peter had ...
... poor boy , who was called " Little Peter . " He was an orphan , and begged his bread from door to door . He sang very prettily , and people seldom sent him away empty - handed . It was an idle and sad life which he led , but Peter had ...
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... poor boy , who had been taught no trade . Long afterwards , we learned that when his master died , he left him a large sum of money to carry on the busi- ness ; and that " Little Peter " was then a wealthy man in Birmingham . But he ...
... poor boy , who had been taught no trade . Long afterwards , we learned that when his master died , he left him a large sum of money to carry on the busi- ness ; and that " Little Peter " was then a wealthy man in Birmingham . But he ...
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... poor boy with patched clothes , who every day passed his father's gate with papers to sell , for this was the way in which he supported himself and his sick mother . Charles ( for that was the rich boy's name ) had more than once ...
... poor boy with patched clothes , who every day passed his father's gate with papers to sell , for this was the way in which he supported himself and his sick mother . Charles ( for that was the rich boy's name ) had more than once ...
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... poor boy confessed all his past wickedness , asking the for- giveness of him he had once despised . Never , since then , has Charles spoken in contempt of those whom God has not favoured with riches . He and Jack are the best of friends ...
... poor boy confessed all his past wickedness , asking the for- giveness of him he had once despised . Never , since then , has Charles spoken in contempt of those whom God has not favoured with riches . He and Jack are the best of friends ...
Términos y frases comunes
Allan Park animal ARTHUR OF BRITTANY BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beast beautiful began bell birds bless brave bread called camel child cloth clouds cold corn cried daisy dark dear door earth Eliza Cook eyes father feet fell fir-tree flowers friends garden gentleman give ground hand Hans Andersen happy head hear heard heart heaven Iceland moss Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jane Jane Taylor John John Tomkins kind King Lapland lark legs Lightfoot live look Mary Howitt mats morning moss mother nettle never night noble o'er polar bear poor pray rats reindeer reindeer moss river rock sail sing sleep snow soon spider stood tears tell thee things thou thought told tree verse vessel waves wheat White Ship wind wing winter wish wood young
Pasajes populares
Página 199 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 200 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. 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 210 - 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 179 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto, he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all. " I' faith 'tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he, " And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times 'forlorn Of rats that only consume the corn.
Página 204 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be : And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Página 203 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Página 210 - 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.
Página 182 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Página 198 - You'll bury me, my mother, just beneath the hawthorn shade, And you'll come sometimes and see me where I am lowly laid. I shall not forget you, mother, I shall hear you when you pass, With your feet above my head in the long and pleasant. grass.
Página 180 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be ! " Fly, my Lord Bishop, fly !" quoth he, " Ten thousand rats are coming this way : The Lord forgive you for yesterday !" " I'll go to my tower on the Rhine," replied he ; " 'Tis the safest place in Germany ; The walls are high, and the shores are steep, And the stream is strong and the water deep.