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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... and forthwith hurried him before * A dervise is a Turkish priest or monk , who professes to be very poor , and to live a simple and quiet life . the cadi , * where , on the strictest search B 2 THE GIRL S FIRST HELP TO READING . 3.
... and forthwith hurried him before * A dervise is a Turkish priest or monk , who professes to be very poor , and to live a simple and quiet life . the cadi , * where , on the strictest search B 2 THE GIRL S FIRST HELP TO READING . 3.
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... poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart forgets to beat , And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door ...
... poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart forgets to beat , And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door ...
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... poor bird ! I'll cherish thee ; I love thee , for thou trustest me . Thrice welcome , helpless , panting guest ! Fondly I'll warm thee in my breast.- How quick thy little heart is beating ! As if its brother - flutterer greeting . Thou ...
... poor bird ! I'll cherish thee ; I love thee , for thou trustest me . Thrice welcome , helpless , panting guest ! Fondly I'll warm thee in my breast.- How quick thy little heart is beating ! As if its brother - flutterer greeting . Thou ...
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... poor child's beauty , even of his weakness . Captain Harrison was most of the time at sea ; and his gentle wife found it difficult to control the impatient spirit , or correct the even more unamiable moodiness , of her eldest son . If ...
... poor child's beauty , even of his weakness . Captain Harrison was most of the time at sea ; and his gentle wife found it difficult to control the impatient spirit , or correct the even more unamiable moodiness , of her eldest son . If ...
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... poor boy's eyes and mouth were open , but he seemed quite dead . The doctor was sent for , came imme- diately , took Walter from the bed , laid him on the floor , and began pouring cold water upon him by the bucketful . Mrs. Harrison ...
... poor boy's eyes and mouth were open , but he seemed quite dead . The doctor was sent for , came imme- diately , took Walter from the bed , laid him on the floor , and began pouring cold water upon him by the bucketful . Mrs. Harrison ...
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animal arms Auld Robin Gray beautiful bird bless bright brother called Charlie child clouds cold Column cried dark dead dear dress earth Edward Ellen Ellen Harper eyes face fall father fear feet fell felt flowers frock gentle give GRACE GREENWOOD Guzerat hair hand happy head heard heart heaven Hector horse Juliet kind kissed Kitty knew lady laughed leave Leguat little girl live live doll looked Lucy mamma master Medon morning mother never night o'er once papa Paraclete peafowl Pearlash Pompeii poor pretty Prince of Orange quadruped Queen remember Robin round SAMUEL SHEPHERD seemed side sing SIR ISAAC NEWTON sister sleep soon stood sweet talk tears tell thee things thou thought told took tree voice walk Walter white pony wild wonderful young
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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...