Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. UnwinWilliam Jordan Unwin 1862 |
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... head , As if to hide from view . And yet it was a love - ly flow'r , Its col - ours bright and fair ; It might have grac'd a ro - sy bower , In - stead of hi - ding there . Yet there it was con - tent to bloom , In mod - est tints ar ...
... head , As if to hide from view . And yet it was a love - ly flow'r , Its col - ours bright and fair ; It might have grac'd a ro - sy bower , In - stead of hi - ding there . Yet there it was con - tent to bloom , In mod - est tints ar ...
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... heads , the grass like a car - pet un - der our feet , and the bright sun like a can - dle to give us light . It was very kind of God to make such a beau - ti - ful world , and let us live in it . God was in heav - en , and all his ...
... heads , the grass like a car - pet un - der our feet , and the bright sun like a can - dle to give us light . It was very kind of God to make such a beau - ti - ful world , and let us live in it . God was in heav - en , and all his ...
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... head . Of these horns many use - ful things are made ; combs , the han - dles of knives , spoons , and cups to drink out of . Ox - en live in the fields ; they eat grass , hay , and corn , and drink wa - ter . In some pla - ces , they ...
... head . Of these horns many use - ful things are made ; combs , the han - dles of knives , spoons , and cups to drink out of . Ox - en live in the fields ; they eat grass , hay , and corn , and drink wa - ter . In some pla - ces , they ...
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... heads at noon , and then they have no shad - ow at all . If the sun were just over your head , it would be hot - ter than you could bear . Why is that ? is not the sun near - er to us when it sinks down to - wards the fields , than when ...
... heads at noon , and then they have no shad - ow at all . If the sun were just over your head , it would be hot - ter than you could bear . Why is that ? is not the sun near - er to us when it sinks down to - wards the fields , than when ...
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William Jordan Unwin. hot - ter when the sun is o - ver our heads ? Be - cause his rays come di - rect - ly down up - on you . Come and stand just a - gainst the mid - dle of this fire . Now stand at the same dis - tance side - ways ...
William Jordan Unwin. hot - ter when the sun is o - ver our heads ? Be - cause his rays come di - rect - ly down up - on you . Come and stand just a - gainst the mid - dle of this fire . Now stand at the same dis - tance side - ways ...
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Сторінка 193 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Сторінка 82 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Сторінка 195 - In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Сторінка 197 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Сторінка 194 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
Сторінка 4 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. ' Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene ; ' ' Why 'twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; ' Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he,
Сторінка 183 - Noiselessly as the daylight comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand leaves...
Сторінка 83 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Сторінка 191 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
Сторінка 198 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...