Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... reason in the words , - " The proper study of mankind is man . " For those who have to study Literature in preparation for the business of life , that they may qualify themselves to be teachers , professors , and the like , -and also ...
... reason in the words , - " The proper study of mankind is man . " For those who have to study Literature in preparation for the business of life , that they may qualify themselves to be teachers , professors , and the like , -and also ...
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... " she wrote several works of great merit for children , the best known of which are " Essays in Rhyme , " " Hymns for Infant Minds , " and " Original Poems . " to assign my reasons . The truth is , that 20 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
... " she wrote several works of great merit for children , the best known of which are " Essays in Rhyme , " " Hymns for Infant Minds , " and " Original Poems . " to assign my reasons . The truth is , that 20 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
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Francis Young (F.R.G.S.). to assign my reasons . The truth is , that I am tired of ticking . ' Upon hearing this , the old clock became so enraged that it was on the very point of striking . 66 Lazy wire ! " exclaimed the dial - plate ...
Francis Young (F.R.G.S.). to assign my reasons . The truth is , that I am tired of ticking . ' Upon hearing this , the old clock became so enraged that it was on the very point of striking . 66 Lazy wire ! " exclaimed the dial - plate ...
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... reasons that all the world is pleased to use in so hopeful a dispute . " At this , the spider , having swelled himself into the size and posture of a disputant , began his argument in the true spirit of controversy , with resolution to ...
... reasons that all the world is pleased to use in so hopeful a dispute . " At this , the spider , having swelled himself into the size and posture of a disputant , began his argument in the true spirit of controversy , with resolution to ...
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... reason for their pride than that they were born to do nothing ; and the word for this due punishment is , 66 Send him to the basket - maker's . " EXERCISE . - 10 . MEANINGS OF WORDS . 1. Give the meaning of the following : -ancestor ...
... reason for their pride than that they were born to do nothing ; and the word for this due punishment is , 66 Send him to the basket - maker's . " EXERCISE . - 10 . MEANINGS OF WORDS . 1. Give the meaning of the following : -ancestor ...
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Andrew Ford animal army Australia battle beautiful birds Britain British called Caroline of Brunswick Charles coast colour dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR death different meanings Distinguish earth England English EXCELSIOR READER falcon father favour fish fleet France French galloped George George III Give the meaning gold hand head heart heaven honour Hornblende Illustrate the different India inhabitants island John John Carson king labour land lesson light literature London Poems look Lord Lower Canada Marlborough master MEANINGS OF WORDS miles mountains never night o'er paragraph parliament PARSING passed persons poem possessed Prince reign rocks round Sandy Scotland ship snow soldiers song soon South Island stalactites surface tell thee THOMAS CROFTON CROKER thou thought took trees vaquero verse victory walk wife wind Write young zebra
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Сторінка 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Сторінка 36 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; 'Speed...
Сторінка 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Сторінка 36 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Сторінка 226 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture of divine.
Сторінка 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Сторінка 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Сторінка 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Сторінка 227 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.