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Evan Daniel. PREFACE . THIS series of Readers is intended to follow ' The Battersea Primers , ' but , being graduated in accord- ance with the requirements of the New Code , may be used with any Primer . The aim of the Editor in the ...
Evan Daniel. PREFACE . THIS series of Readers is intended to follow ' The Battersea Primers , ' but , being graduated in accord- ance with the requirements of the New Code , may be used with any Primer . The aim of the Editor in the ...
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... follow her advice . " You will find , my child , " she said , " that if you are conscientious in your business you will get on ; but if your tray is only furnished with inferior articles , people will not look upon you as an honest ...
... follow her advice . " You will find , my child , " she said , " that if you are conscientious in your business you will get on ; but if your tray is only furnished with inferior articles , people will not look upon you as an honest ...
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... follow her , she returned to them again , and with signs of exceeding fondness went round first one and then the other , trying to raise them up , and moaning . Finding at last that they were cold and lifeless , she raised her head ...
... follow her , she returned to them again , and with signs of exceeding fondness went round first one and then the other , trying to raise them up , and moaning . Finding at last that they were cold and lifeless , she raised her head ...
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... follow each other with the greatest rapidity . This noise is made by a wood- pecker , who is either making a hole in a tree where it may make its nest , or seeking for the insects that live in the decayed parts of the wood of the tree ...
... follow each other with the greatest rapidity . This noise is made by a wood- pecker , who is either making a hole in a tree where it may make its nest , or seeking for the insects that live in the decayed parts of the wood of the tree ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
African elephant animal baby Bandy bear beetle began Bingen birds boat brave breast BROWN BEAR cage Caldon-Low captain child colour cried crowns dark dead dear mother EDITOR elephant escape eyes farthing father fear feet fell flower forest friends gave green green woodpecker grew hand head hear heard heart hippopotamus hoopoes horse hunters hyæna inclosure Issachar jailer kind King Solomon laugh legs LESSON LITTLE PEDLAR live MARY HOWITT master mind mole mole-catcher morning neck nest never night oak-tree once peas poor prayer R. M. BALLANTYNE Rhine round rowlocks saved seized shillings ship side snow soldier Somebody's sometimes soon stood tail tears tell thing thought tiger took tray tree trunk turned watching white shark wind window wings wolves wood wounded young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 165 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Página 151 - I never more shall see my own, my native land : Take a message, and a token to some distant friends of mine; For I was born at...
Página 167 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Página 165 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Página 94 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee ; Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Página 82 - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another — A little sheet for Mary's bed And an apron for her mother.
Página 159 - Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow ; Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold: Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody's darling is still and cold.
Página 166 - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so ; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Página 153 - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along— I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill...
Página 153 - His voice grew faint and hoarser, — his grasp was childish weak, — His eyes put on a dying look — he sighed and ceased to speak : His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, — The soldier of the Legion, in a foreign land...