The Royal readers. (Roy. sch. ser.). Ser.3. No.1,2 [2 eds.], 4 |
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... gave him the prize . " And now tell me , " said the master , " how you learned the poem so well . " " Please , sir , it was the snail on the wall that taught me how to do it , " said Tom . There was a loud laugh when Tom said this . But ...
... gave him the prize . " And now tell me , " said the master , " how you learned the poem so well . " " Please , sir , it was the snail on the wall that taught me how to do it , " said Tom . There was a loud laugh when Tom said this . But ...
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... gave token * Of grief he'd fain * conceal ; * And see ! his wife has joined him— The stricken * couple kneel ! With hearts bowed down with sadness , They humbly ask of Him , In heaven once more to meet again Their own poor little Jim ...
... gave token * Of grief he'd fain * conceal ; * And see ! his wife has joined him— The stricken * couple kneel ! With hearts bowed down with sadness , They humbly ask of Him , In heaven once more to meet again Their own poor little Jim ...
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... gave no answer , and only lazily rolled himself up in the clothes . At last , up he jumped , dressed , and ran down stairs ; but he found the breakfast - room empty , and the van gone ! Snatching up his hat , he ran as fast as he could ...
... gave no answer , and only lazily rolled himself up in the clothes . At last , up he jumped , dressed , and ran down stairs ; but he found the breakfast - room empty , and the van gone ! Snatching up his hat , he ran as fast as he could ...
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... gave no heed to his shouts , but only grinned at his rage . Finding every attempt to get back his caps fruit- less , he pulled off the one which he had put on his head , and threw it on the ground , crying out , " Here , you little ...
... gave no heed to his shouts , but only grinned at his rage . Finding every attempt to get back his caps fruit- less , he pulled off the one which he had put on his head , and threw it on the ground , crying out , " Here , you little ...
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... head of the tree . you do so , he gave you should not follow it . the poor dog with a himself . root , and deserves to advice ; and you USEFUL KNOWLEDGE . CLOTHING . Cotton . What is Cotton 32 STORIES OF THE ELEPHANT .
... head of the tree . you do so , he gave you should not follow it . the poor dog with a himself . root , and deserves to advice ; and you USEFUL KNOWLEDGE . CLOTHING . Cotton . What is Cotton 32 STORIES OF THE ELEPHANT .
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Página 49 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 103 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! 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-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 47 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 187 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. "Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Página 104 - You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow." " That, Father! will I gladly do: Tis scarcely afternoon — The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon!
Página 105 - Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
Página 47 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 54 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there 'sa crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.
Página 82 - OH ! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone ; The summer comes, with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back. The flowers run wild— the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our Tine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me.
Página 73 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things...