The girl's first help to reading; or, Selections from the best authors, by T.A. BuckleyG. Routledge & Company, 1854 - 184 sider |
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... beautiful story of the reward of unselfishness . WALTER and Charlie Harrison were the sons of a sea - captain , and lived in one of the fine old seaport towns of Massachusetts . These boys were as unlike as two brothers could well. THE ...
... beautiful story of the reward of unselfishness . WALTER and Charlie Harrison were the sons of a sea - captain , and lived in one of the fine old seaport towns of Massachusetts . These boys were as unlike as two brothers could well. THE ...
Side 14
... beautiful , sweet - tempered boy , who loved everybody , and in return was greatly beloved . He was fair , pale , and slight , with blue eyes and golden curls . Walter said he looked like a girl , and sometimes laughed at his delicacy ...
... beautiful , sweet - tempered boy , who loved everybody , and in return was greatly beloved . He was fair , pale , and slight , with blue eyes and golden curls . Walter said he looked like a girl , and sometimes laughed at his delicacy ...
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... from the village , before there arrived from Boston a beautiful white pony , handsomely saddled and bridled , " For Master Charles Harrison . " In a letter to his sister , Mr. Rogers said , 16 THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING .
... from the village , before there arrived from Boston a beautiful white pony , handsomely saddled and bridled , " For Master Charles Harrison . " In a letter to his sister , Mr. Rogers said , 16 THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING .
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... beautiful horse , and burst into tears . But he was too happy to weep long ; he soon ran into the house , thanked and kissed his father and mother , ran out again , mounted , and rode off with his brother . They had a fine ride . They ...
... beautiful horse , and burst into tears . But he was too happy to weep long ; he soon ran into the house , thanked and kissed his father and mother , ran out again , mounted , and rode off with his brother . They had a fine ride . They ...
Side 23
... some very large , especially those in soundings on the Malabar coast . Many on the Guzerat lakes are of beautiful colours , and their predatory pur- suits are extremely curious . They watch the frogs , THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING . 23.
... some very large , especially those in soundings on the Malabar coast . Many on the Guzerat lakes are of beautiful colours , and their predatory pur- suits are extremely curious . They watch the frogs , THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING . 23.
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Side 53 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Side 30 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Side 58 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 46 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Side 46 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Side 166 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Side 99 - O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount...
Side 67 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Side 71 - While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The old Man's shape, and speech — all troubled me: In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued, He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.
Side 106 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...