The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Том 5 |
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... floor , the knocking evidently proceeded from some one in the street ; and rightly imagining it to be a poor wayfarer who came to ask hospitality , Mark instantly sent one of the children to open the door , saying , " Make haste , Barny ...
... floor , the knocking evidently proceeded from some one in the street ; and rightly imagining it to be a poor wayfarer who came to ask hospitality , Mark instantly sent one of the children to open the door , saying , " Make haste , Barny ...
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... floor , we are shown into a waiting - room , where a young surgeon joins us , and declares himself kindly prepared to conduct us . That door on the right leads to the consulting - room for out - patients . " For out - patients ! " you ...
... floor , we are shown into a waiting - room , where a young surgeon joins us , and declares himself kindly prepared to conduct us . That door on the right leads to the consulting - room for out - patients . " For out - patients ! " you ...
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... floor , on account of their removal from their regular room . Some of them look well and hearty enough . Some have not yet got over the pallor and weak- ness of illness . As we leave the room , their voices ring out with a pleasant ...
... floor , on account of their removal from their regular room . Some of them look well and hearty enough . Some have not yet got over the pallor and weak- ness of illness . As we leave the room , their voices ring out with a pleasant ...
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... floor , and see the Boys . More cribs more toys - more kind - faced nurses here , as in the girls ' ward . I think the boys show their illness more than the girls , perhaps because by nature they are less patient , and cannot endure ...
... floor , and see the Boys . More cribs more toys - more kind - faced nurses here , as in the girls ' ward . I think the boys show their illness more than the girls , perhaps because by nature they are less patient , and cannot endure ...
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... floor has been worn away several inches below the level of the ground , and of course after every wet day the floor is wet and sloppy . One would think this bad enough , but it is not the worst . Sometimes a dunghill or a pig - sty is ...
... floor has been worn away several inches below the level of the ground , and of course after every wet day the floor is wet and sloppy . One would think this bad enough , but it is not the worst . Sometimes a dunghill or a pig - sty is ...
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Страница 181 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Страница 182 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Страница 182 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Страница 111 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Страница 149 - With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
Страница 96 - We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Страница 97 - And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare...
Страница 96 - Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye? When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday?
Страница 97 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down! The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
Страница 110 - UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.