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... the bright pebbles . I am so glad it runs before our cottage door . All day long when the sun shines in the sky it still flows . At night when the moon and the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream WRITING FROM DICTATION . 11.
... the bright pebbles . I am so glad it runs before our cottage door . All day long when the sun shines in the sky it still flows . At night when the moon and the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream WRITING FROM DICTATION . 11.
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... night , is distant from the earth 239,182 miles . There are several stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the setting sun , is a planet . 70. - THE EARTH . This ...
... night , is distant from the earth 239,182 miles . There are several stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the setting sun , is a planet . 70. - THE EARTH . This ...
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... night in our climate , are there very brilliant , and serve to enlighten their long nights . 77. THE DESERTS OF AFRICA . In the hottest part of the earth , there are wide sandy regions , scorched up by the burning heat of the sun . Hot ...
... night in our climate , are there very brilliant , and serve to enlighten their long nights . 77. THE DESERTS OF AFRICA . In the hottest part of the earth , there are wide sandy regions , scorched up by the burning heat of the sun . Hot ...
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... night ? ' Twas pity nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . 3 . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shewn their ...
... night ? ' Twas pity nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . 3 . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shewn their ...
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... 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 ! 2 . The ... night . 2 . Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering 50 LESSONS FOR.
... 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 ! 2 . The ... night . 2 . Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering 50 LESSONS FOR.
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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.