The pronouncing reading book for children, with an intr., by W.L. RobinsonWilliam L Robinson 1862 |
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... water , and when I was taken out , instead of being white , I was of a bright blue color , and lookt very beautifüll . Well , sometime after this , I was sent to the cloth mills , and my threads were stretcht in a machine ( pr . masheen ) ...
... water , and when I was taken out , instead of being white , I was of a bright blue color , and lookt very beautifüll . Well , sometime after this , I was sent to the cloth mills , and my threads were stretcht in a machine ( pr . masheen ) ...
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... Water Lily that lived in the lake ; and every summer when the Lily lifted up her head , and her white dress gleam'd in the sunshine , hē sigh'd , ' Oh , why was I born a pebble ? If I had wings , I would fly to the Lily . ' And sō he ...
... Water Lily that lived in the lake ; and every summer when the Lily lifted up her head , and her white dress gleam'd in the sunshine , hē sigh'd , ' Oh , why was I born a pebble ? If I had wings , I would fly to the Lily . ' And sō he ...
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... water . The câlm , clear , blue eye of the lake lookt up to the clear blue eye of heaven , as a placid babe might look up , lovingly reflecting a loving mother's gāze . The Thistle - seed could see its ōwn tiny image pictured beneath ...
... water . The câlm , clear , blue eye of the lake lookt up to the clear blue eye of heaven , as a placid babe might look up , lovingly reflecting a loving mother's gāze . The Thistle - seed could see its ōwn tiny image pictured beneath ...
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... . " Tell us something more about your travels , " said they after a pause . Sō Jack told them he had once gone quite out of the country with his mäster , and ōver a piece of water that was too broad to swim across 63.
... . " Tell us something more about your travels , " said they after a pause . Sō Jack told them he had once gone quite out of the country with his mäster , and ōver a piece of water that was too broad to swim across 63.
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William L Robinson. piece of water that was too broad to swim across ; and that they went in a ship that rockt them about much more than any carriage ; and that they were both very sick , but his mäster the worst . He told them how they ...
William L Robinson. piece of water that was too broad to swim across ; and that they went in a ship that rockt them about much more than any carriage ; and that they were both very sick , but his mäster the worst . He told them how they ...
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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.