The pronouncing reading book for children, with an intr., by W.L. RobinsonWilliam L Robinson 1862 |
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Página 11
... happy , but that she was sometimes frighten'd by the cat , and then she ran trembling to the hōle behind the wainscot . One day she came running to her mother in great joy . " Mother ! " said she , " the good people of this family have ...
... happy , but that she was sometimes frighten'd by the cat , and then she ran trembling to the hōle behind the wainscot . One day she came running to her mother in great joy . " Mother ! " said she , " the good people of this family have ...
Página 12
... happy that you did not gō in ; for this house is câlled a trap , and ˙oü woüld never have come out again , except to have been devour'd , or put to death in some way or other . Though man has not sō fiērċe a look as a cat , he is as ...
... happy that you did not gō in ; for this house is câlled a trap , and ˙oü woüld never have come out again , except to have been devour'd , or put to death in some way or other . Though man has not sō fiērċe a look as a cat , he is as ...
Página 37
... the great dinner - table , past for a real , beautifül silver spoon , and would have been as happy as possible , if she had not got a lump of lead in her heart . F That lump of lead caused a great heaviness there , 37.
... the great dinner - table , past for a real , beautifül silver spoon , and would have been as happy as possible , if she had not got a lump of lead in her heart . F That lump of lead caused a great heaviness there , 37.
Página 38
... happy in the midst of her honors . Sō time went on , and the wooden spoon continued to pass for a silver one , sō well was she silver'd , and sō heavy had she been made . But the meat- mother died . At that , the silver'd spoon , in ...
... happy in the midst of her honors . Sō time went on , and the wooden spoon continued to pass for a silver one , sō well was she silver'd , and sō heavy had she been made . But the meat- mother died . At that , the silver'd spoon , in ...
Página 40
... happy- " Yes , I am only a common wooden Take away the silvering , dear mäster ; cause me to be mended , and set me in the kitchen again , to serve out meal - porridge for the rest of my life . Now , I know how stupid it waș for a ...
... happy- " Yes , I am only a common wooden Take away the silvering , dear mäster ; cause me to be mended , and set me in the kitchen again , to serve out meal - porridge for the rest of my life . Now , I know how stupid it waș for a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Ćsop âll âlmost alōne âlsō askt beautiful befōre Bēṣom bîrd bright brother câll'd child corn cover'd cried därk dear dogs Dōor ears earth eyes fâll fär father fell flowers fōlk grass hälf härd Harold hath head heard heart heärts heaven hiş hōld hōly hōme Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jack jär Jehovah Joseph kill'd King King of Norway land Lapdogs lärge light elves living lookt Lord Lord Lovel māde mäster mōre morning mother mỹ never night Niord nō mōre Norman Odin ōld ōver pärt Pebble poor püt räther rōde round SAMUEL WILDERSPIN servant shē sheep silver silver spoon silver'd sound stood sweet Tatty weeps tell thē thee things Thistle-seed thou thought Titty's dead tōld took tree turn'd unto vowel wâll wâter wept wind wooden spoon words ˙ē ˙oü
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Página 112 - 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.
Página 129 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Página 137 - 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 137 - 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 176 - Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened unto a certain king, which would take account of his servants. And when he had begun to reckon, one was brought unto him, which owed him ten thousand talents. But forasmuch as he had not to pay, his lord commanded him to be sold, and his wife, and children, and all that he had, and payment to be made.
Página 183 - And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment : and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends : but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.
Página 180 - Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed : thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury. Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.
Página 125 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Página 131 - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-uight will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 130 - 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.