Chambers's narrative series of standard reading books, Книга 5 |
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... cried Bernard . before one can say Jack Robinson . learned sir ? ' ' One guinea . ' ' Well , to be sure— What is to pay , Bernard paid gladly , made his bow , and went away much pleased at having profited by the opportunity . When he ...
... cried Bernard . before one can say Jack Robinson . learned sir ? ' ' One guinea . ' ' Well , to be sure— What is to pay , Bernard paid gladly , made his bow , and went away much pleased at having profited by the opportunity . When he ...
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... cried the farmer , delighted . ' Come , look sharp ; out with the carts , the lads , and the lasses , and let us bring in the hay . ' His wife would fain have resisted ; but he declared that he was not going to pay a guinea for an ...
... cried the farmer , delighted . ' Come , look sharp ; out with the carts , the lads , and the lasses , and let us bring in the hay . ' His wife would fain have resisted ; but he declared that he was not going to pay a guinea for an ...
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... cries , that the men , women , and children in the neighbourhood were alarmed , and joined their cries to mine , but without frightening the kite , who carried my turban so far that we quite lost sight of him . I returned home very ...
... cries , that the men , women , and children in the neighbourhood were alarmed , and joined their cries to mine , but without frightening the kite , who carried my turban so far that we quite lost sight of him . I returned home very ...
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... cried out rudely : Master has sent you a turbot . ' ' Young man , ' said the dean , rising from his easy - chair , ' is that the way you deliver a message ? Let me teach you better manners . Sit down in my chair ; we will will shew you ...
... cried out rudely : Master has sent you a turbot . ' ' Young man , ' said the dean , rising from his easy - chair , ' is that the way you deliver a message ? Let me teach you better manners . Sit down in my chair ; we will will shew you ...
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... cried out that the mountebank had imitated the pig much more naturally , and hooted the countryman off the stage ; but he , to convict them to their face , produced the real pig from his bosom . ' And now , gentlemen , you may see ...
... cried out that the mountebank had imitated the pig much more naturally , and hooted the countryman off the stage ; but he , to convict them to their face , produced the real pig from his bosom . ' And now , gentlemen , you may see ...
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answered Ariel asked beautiful began bird brothers Caliban Captain Spencer Chambers's Charlie child cloth cried daughter Dawson dear door Elisa Evans eyes father fear fell felt Ferdinand fire Freddie Freddie Brown gave Gertrude gold Gryce hand Harry head hear heard heart horse Inachos Jack James Knowle John Archer Kanz king king of Naples kite knew land laughed lessons little Ann little Patty live looked lost master Matty Miranda morning Morton mother neighbour never night Odysseus once Phillip piece plough poor Prospero ROBERT CHAMBERS rose round Saad Saadi saved seized shewed ship soon Spell and write stood strange swans Sycorax tell thee thing thou thought Tiger told took tree wife wild wind wood Write from dictation young Zeus
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Страница 182 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Страница 213 - That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow ! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Страница 183 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Страница 17 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Страница 101 - In his wavering parachute. But the Kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts ! First at one, and then its fellow Just as light and just as yellow ; There are...
Страница 215 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Страница 228 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 146 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, Tu-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Страница 159 - Art thou the Bird whom Man loves best, The pious Bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The Bird that comes about our doors When Autumn winds are sobbing?