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How I love to see the young lambs play in the field , or on the downs ! They seem
full of joy . They play all day , and sleep at night . 8 . That sweet smell comes from
the wild rose , which grows in the thick hedge . I cannot reach it . It is a bright ...
How I love to see the young lambs play in the field , or on the downs ! They seem
full of joy . They play all day , and sleep at night . 8 . That sweet smell comes from
the wild rose , which grows in the thick hedge . I cannot reach it . It is a bright ...
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Do not be rough in your play . If we are gentle we shall not hurt each other . If we
love each other we ought not to be rough , but kind and quiet . We may play
without hurting one another if we like . 24 . The rose blooms brightly in the
summer .
Do not be rough in your play . If we are gentle we shall not hurt each other . If we
love each other we ought not to be rough , but kind and quiet . We may play
without hurting one another if we like . 24 . The rose blooms brightly in the
summer .
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John was always in time for school . When he heard the bell ring , he did not stop
to play on the road , but ran to school . He was a good boy , and therefore he was
happy all day long . 33 . John was very quiet in school , and WRITING FROM ...
John was always in time for school . When he heard the bell ring , he did not stop
to play on the road , but ran to school . He was a good boy , and therefore he was
happy all day long . 33 . John was very quiet in school , and WRITING FROM ...
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Do not play . This is a solemn place . It is the church - yard . Let us be quiet . The
old church looks so silent , and the walls are old and grey . How many graves
there are ! They are too many for us to count them . Some of them are the graves
of ...
Do not play . This is a solemn place . It is the church - yard . Let us be quiet . The
old church looks so silent , and the walls are old and grey . How many graves
there are ! They are too many for us to count them . Some of them are the graves
of ...
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O ' er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods The
embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . 3 . Alas
! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay ; And ...
O ' er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods The
embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . 3 . Alas
! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay ; And ...
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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.
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| Назва | Lessons for writing from dictation |
| Автор | William Ewart |
| Видавець | W.W. Robinson, 1849 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 22 вер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 72 стор. |
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