The Holborn series of reading books. Instructive reader, no, Випуск 2 |
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... kind as this . They are very hungry creatures , and will eat one another when food is scarce . If a rat happens to be caught by the leg in a gin , the others sometimes fall upon it , and de- vour it . The mother - rat is very fond of ...
... kind as this . They are very hungry creatures , and will eat one another when food is scarce . If a rat happens to be caught by the leg in a gin , the others sometimes fall upon it , and de- vour it . The mother - rat is very fond of ...
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... kind grows best in a rich soil , and another in a poor soil . The sowing takes place either in autumn or spring , and is generally done by a machine . While the machine is drawn across the field , the seeds drop out in straight lines ...
... kind grows best in a rich soil , and another in a poor soil . The sowing takes place either in autumn or spring , and is generally done by a machine . While the machine is drawn across the field , the seeds drop out in straight lines ...
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... kind of threshing , and another kind of flail . After the corn is threshed , there is still a loose skin around each grain . This outer skin is called the This is husk , or chaff . The chaff is removed by 330 THE HOLBORN SERIES .
... kind of threshing , and another kind of flail . After the corn is threshed , there is still a loose skin around each grain . This outer skin is called the This is husk , or chaff . The chaff is removed by 330 THE HOLBORN SERIES .
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... kind ? Rye and oats will grow on a very poor soil , and are made into a coarse kind of cake . Oats are much used in Scotland for making porridge . Barley is chiefly used in making malt for beer , and wheat for making bread . Shape of ...
... kind ? Rye and oats will grow on a very poor soil , and are made into a coarse kind of cake . Oats are much used in Scotland for making porridge . Barley is chiefly used in making malt for beer , and wheat for making bread . Shape of ...
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... kind of thick froth , and smells like beer . The baker kneads the flour , water , and yeast all up together in a wooden trough , until it becomes a stiff paste , called dough . The dough is then cut into lumps and weighed , so as to ...
... kind of thick froth , and smells like beer . The baker kneads the flour , water , and yeast all up together in a wooden trough , until it becomes a stiff paste , called dough . The dough is then cut into lumps and weighed , so as to ...
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animal Antarctic Ocean axis beautiful berries bird bread butter called CATECHETICAL LESSONS cheese cloth coffee corn cream creature crow cunning curd Dick DICK WHITTINGTON DICTATION EXERCISES DIFFICULT WORDS diurnal motion dough draw earth EDUCATIONAL SUPPLY father fcap flail flour GEORGE STEPHENSON golden syrup grains heard HIGH HOLBORN HOLBORN SUMMARY hole horse INFANT READER INFORMATION PREVIOUSLY GIVEN iron jackdaw kind King of Metals land leaves LESSONS ON INFORMATION London look magpie master metal milk mother mouse nest Newfoundland dog night oats piece plough poor PRECEDING LESSONS pretty PRIMER rain rats rennet seen servant sheep ship silkworms silly skin snug corner spider sugar sweet tail things told tree turns round veins walk wheat whey wool WORDS IN PRECEDING yeast young
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Сторінка 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast, And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. " Oh for a soft and gentle wind...
Сторінка 115 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Сторінка 91 - These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down ; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town. In both these stanzas the words and the order of the words in no respect differ from the most unimpassioned conversation. There are words in both, for example, "the Strand,
Сторінка 47 - I'VE watched you now a full half-hour, Self-poised upon that yellow flower ; And, little Butterfly ! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless ! — not frozen seas More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again...
Сторінка 34 - There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough-boy is whooping — anon — anon There's joy in the mountains; There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! XXI.
Сторінка 113 - I'm your servant and friend, But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend; But tell me, dear sir, did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm ?" Said the cricket, " Not I. My heart was so light That I sang day and night, For all nature looked gay." " You sang, sir, you say ? Go then," said the ant,
Сторінка 90 - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house, Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.
Сторінка 128 - THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north- wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou? Nay!
Сторінка 128 - The north wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou } Nay ! start not at that sparkling light ; 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane bedropped with rain : Then, little darling ! sleep again, And wake when it is day.
Сторінка 34 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...