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... brings you , for the most part ? " " You are too close with me , sir . another more , as it happens . One brings less , I have nothing to grumble at , except that there are so many feast days , when I must be idle . I'm sure that the ...
... brings you , for the most part ? " " You are too close with me , sir . another more , as it happens . One brings less , I have nothing to grumble at , except that there are so many feast days , when I must be idle . I'm sure that the ...
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... bring the happiest mornings or days . It depends upon how we use it . John made it his treasure and thought of it all the time , and made a very poor exchange by having it instead of his light heart . If you have enough be contented ...
... bring the happiest mornings or days . It depends upon how we use it . John made it his treasure and thought of it all the time , and made a very poor exchange by having it instead of his light heart . If you have enough be contented ...
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... bring me my hat , " the dog at once picked out the hat from all the others , and put it into his master's hand . A pack of cards being scattered in the room , if his master had previously chosen one of them , the dog would find it out ...
... bring me my hat , " the dog at once picked out the hat from all the others , and put it into his master's hand . A pack of cards being scattered in the room , if his master had previously chosen one of them , the dog would find it out ...
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... bring home as their slaves , and employ in all kinds of hard work ; except that the ants are always their own dairymaids . At present I will only give you an account of the attack and defence , and of the droves of slaves being ...
... bring home as their slaves , and employ in all kinds of hard work ; except that the ants are always their own dairymaids . At present I will only give you an account of the attack and defence , and of the droves of slaves being ...
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... bring it to them , lest their cows should go dry for want of grass . DICTATION . - The ants mostly make slaves of black ants and use them for dairymaids , for the ants have cows , kept underground , or in a prison on a branch of a tree ...
... bring it to them , lest their cows should go dry for want of grass . DICTATION . - The ants mostly make slaves of black ants and use them for dairymaids , for the ants have cows , kept underground , or in a prison on a branch of a tree ...
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ants bear beautiful birds brings built called carry coal cold comes covered cows creature creeping cried DICTATION.-The door earth eyes fall father feet fire flowers followed give green grow guest hand hard heard heart hens hills iron keep kind king land lead leaves less LESSON light live look master meadow mean melted morning mother mountain nest never night once passed plants poor QUESTIONS.-What rise road round seeds sheep shilling side singing sleep snow sometimes song soon sound Spring steam stone strange summer tell things thought till took tree turned wanted wind Winter wonderful wood young
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Сторінка 121 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Сторінка 106 - I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 23 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ?—Doane. humble sphere crystal floating careering relying nestling unplumes friendship WHAT is that, mother ? The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere,. To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? The dove,...
Сторінка 96 - TO-WHIT ! to-whit, to-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? Not I said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I never do; I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do ! Bob-o-link, bob-o-link!
Сторінка 79 - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet; Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses ; Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
Сторінка 106 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 98 - Don't ask me again, Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean.
Сторінка 129 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet, Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part, — Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
Сторінка 90 - CALL my brother back to me ; I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ?
Сторінка 14 - A COUNTRY life is sweet ! In moderate cold and heat, To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair, In every field of wheat, The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers, And every meadow's brow ; So that I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in gray, And follow the useful plough.