The School Board Readers: Standard III : Adapted to the Requirements of the New Code, 1871C. Griffin, 1872 - 160 páginas |
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... stood looking for a little while , and then asked why this was done ? One of the workmen said , " We are pre- paring the walls and roofs for plaster . " Willie . You are the plasterer then ? Why do you not put the plaster on the walls ...
... stood looking for a little while , and then asked why this was done ? One of the workmen said , " We are pre- paring the walls and roofs for plaster . " Willie . You are the plasterer then ? Why do you not put the plaster on the walls ...
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... stood watching the painter put the paint on with his brush , that it smelt very nasty ; and the man told him it was because it was mixed with oil and turpentine . Then he ran off through all the rooms to see how they looked . Some of ...
... stood watching the painter put the paint on with his brush , that it smelt very nasty ; and the man told him it was because it was mixed with oil and turpentine . Then he ran off through all the rooms to see how they looked . Some of ...
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... stood before them had been his friend and entertainer in the woods . All the persons present were astonished and delighted with the story , to find that even the fiercest beasts are capable of being soft ened by gratitude , and moved by ...
... stood before them had been his friend and entertainer in the woods . All the persons present were astonished and delighted with the story , to find that even the fiercest beasts are capable of being soft ened by gratitude , and moved by ...
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... stood , too , and stared Frisk in the face . And now Music , with a little less fear , put herself in the attitude which I should in dog language interpret , ' Please come and play . ' But every time Frisk advanced , poor Music in fear ...
... stood , too , and stared Frisk in the face . And now Music , with a little less fear , put herself in the attitude which I should in dog language interpret , ' Please come and play . ' But every time Frisk advanced , poor Music in fear ...
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... stood wagging his tail , and enjoying the mischief . Sai was very fond of his master , the governor , and out of spirits when he was away . Once when the governor had returned to his room after some absence , he heard a heavy step ...
... stood wagging his tail , and enjoying the mischief . Sai was very fond of his master , the governor , and out of spirits when he was away . Once when the governor had returned to his room after some absence , he heard a heavy step ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Androcles animals Banquo beasts Bess birds branches brave Bronté called castle CHARLES GRIFFIN child cloth colour door Duncan Dunsinane Edward the Confessor elephant England fastened Father feet fir tree fish floor Flycatcher fond forest Forres friends Frisk gilt give GRACE DARLING hare heard horse John Barleycorn kelp Kennoway kind King knew labour lady leave live look Macbeth Macduff master mice morning morocco Music never NEWFOUNDLAND DOG night o'er oxen oyster plaster play Poetry poor pounds weight pretty Prince Malcolm Puss Richard Whittington roof round Scotland shell ship shore slates soon stones stood story sweet tail Tasso tell Thane of Fife thing thought the tree Tiney Toby told took trunk walls watch Whittington wild Willie winds do blow wonderful wood young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 105 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 88 - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these. "The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn.
Página 56 - And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Página 57 - I am black, as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives His light, and gives His heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Página 57 - I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him, and he will then love me.
Página 30 - I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache, And force me to a smile. But now beneath...
Página 18 - And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head; And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And showers began to fall : John Barleycorn got up again.
Página 56 - My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say, Look on the rising sun: there God...
Página 47 - COME to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone ; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done. The twilight star to heaven, And the summer dew to flowers, And rest to us, is given By the cool soft evening hours. Sweet is the hour of rest ! Pleasant the wind's low sigh, And the gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie. When the burden and the heat Of labor's task are o'er, And kindly voices greet The tired one at his door. Come to the sunset tree ! The day is past and gone...
Página 96 - O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: 'O my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.