Lessons for writing from dictationW.W. Robinson, 1849 - 72 стор. |
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... sweet smell comes from the wild rose , which grows in the thick hedge . I cannot reach it . It is a bright flower . Do you not see it ? 9 . The sheep and lambs feed on the soft green grass . There is a large flock . A man has charge of ...
... sweet smell comes from the wild rose , which grows in the thick hedge . I cannot reach it . It is a bright flower . Do you not see it ? 9 . The sheep and lambs feed on the soft green grass . There is a large flock . A man has charge of ...
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... The bees go out in the morning when it is fine and the sun shines . They go out to the heath where the wild thyme grows , and suck sweet juice from the flowers . They bring this home to the hive . The hive is full 4 LESSONS FOR.
... The bees go out in the morning when it is fine and the sun shines . They go out to the heath where the wild thyme grows , and suck sweet juice from the flowers . They bring this home to the hive . The hive is full 4 LESSONS FOR.
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... sweet sleep . We must rest , or else we shall not be able to work . In the morning we feel strong and able to work . 29 . Look at the sunset ! How clear the sky is between the clouds ! And the clouds are all lit up with bright colours ...
... sweet sleep . We must rest , or else we shall not be able to work . In the morning we feel strong and able to work . 29 . Look at the sunset ! How clear the sky is between the clouds ! And the clouds are all lit up with bright colours ...
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... of good ! Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; * In dictating these lessons , the names of the authors may , of course , be omitted . In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I 44 LESSONS FOR.
... of good ! Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; * In dictating these lessons , the names of the authors may , of course , be omitted . In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I 44 LESSONS FOR.
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... sweet - briar hedges bathed in dew , Let me my wholesome path pursue : While , as I walk , from every bush The sparkling rain - drops near I brush ; And all the landscape fair I view Clad in a robe of fresher hue . Far and near the ...
... sweet - briar hedges bathed in dew , Let me my wholesome path pursue : While , as I walk , from every bush The sparkling rain - drops near I brush ; And all the landscape fair I view Clad in a robe of fresher hue . Far and near the ...
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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.