Lessons for writing from dictationW.W. Robinson, 1849 - 72 стор. |
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... fire with her , and taught her the letters in the book which his father had bought for him . He taught Jane to say one or two Psalms which he had learned at school . 39 . Jane learned to sew and to knit at school . She knitted for John ...
... fire with her , and taught her the letters in the book which his father had bought for him . He taught Jane to say one or two Psalms which he had learned at school . 39 . Jane learned to sew and to knit at school . She knitted for John ...
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... fire , in which they are laid on iron plates ; on being taken out of which they are thrown into cold water . They are afterwards polished . 76. - WINTER IN THE POLAR REGIONS . There are parts of the earth , to the north and the south ...
... fire , in which they are laid on iron plates ; on being taken out of which they are thrown into cold water . They are afterwards polished . 76. - WINTER IN THE POLAR REGIONS . There are parts of the earth , to the north and the south ...
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... are then dried in the sun or by a charcoal fire , and are rubbed between the hands so as to roll them up . When quite dry they are packed in chests and sent D of seeds of pleas 30 ear . It is the WRITING FROM DICTATION . 33.
... are then dried in the sun or by a charcoal fire , and are rubbed between the hands so as to roll them up . When quite dry they are packed in chests and sent D of seeds of pleas 30 ear . It is the WRITING FROM DICTATION . 33.
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... leaves ed when they are young . They are e sun or by a charcoal fire , and are the hands so as to roll them up . they are packed in chests and sent D by sea to England and other countries . There are WRITING FROM DICTATION . 33.
... leaves ed when they are young . They are e sun or by a charcoal fire , and are the hands so as to roll them up . they are packed in chests and sent D by sea to England and other countries . There are WRITING FROM DICTATION . 33.
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... fire . They They are then ground , and give , when boiled in water , a healthy and refreshing beverage . Care should be taken to let coffee boil only a short time when it is being made , for if long on the fire it loses much of its ...
... fire . They They are then ground , and give , when boiled in water , a healthy and refreshing beverage . Care should be taken to let coffee boil only a short time when it is being made , for if long on the fire it loses much of its ...
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America barley birds black tea bloom boiled bright brought bushels CABBAGE called Captain Cook carrot charcoal church cloth clouds cold colour copper Cornwall cottage cultivated dried earth England FINSBURY CIRCUS flowers gardens gather gone grain grammar green green tea ground grown grows happy hear hedges Holly Tree hour iron James Maxwell Jane John kind land large quantities leaves light Litharge lives metal moon night nightingale nouns o'er parsnips peas plant potash quiet reign rice ripe sheep shew shines silk silver sing skins slate sleep soft song South Wales Spring spun Staffordshire stars substance summer sweet teaches thee thick things thou thread turnips vegetable verbs West wheat wholesome wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind blows winter woods wool words yarn ས ས
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Сторінка 64 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Сторінка 61 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
Сторінка 57 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Сторінка 61 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 56 - No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring: it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night! and...
Сторінка 45 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree. Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Сторінка 63 - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Сторінка 44 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Сторінка 62 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Сторінка 57 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.