John Heywood's complete series of home lesson books, Bog 7

John Heywood, 1882 - 176 sider

Fra bogen

Andre udgaver - Se alle

Almindelige termer og sætninger

Populære passager

Side 21 - Let us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses, Casting out the thorns and chaff; Let us find our sweetest comfort In the blessings of to-day, With a patient hand removing All the briers from the way.
Side 24 - If we knew the baby fingers Pressed against the window pane Would be cold and stiff to-morrow — Never trouble us again — Would the bright eyes of our darling Catch the frown upon our brow ? Would the print of rosy fingers Vex us then as they do now...
Side 61 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 6 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.
Side 64 - Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind ; And the angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father and never want joy.
Side 27 - Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly," 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
Side 18 - God will surely ask, Ere I enter heaven, Have I done the task Which to me was given ? Little drops of rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers.
Side 60 - ... for fear of another mischance, she took me in her mouth to a dark hole, where she kept me till I could see, and was able to run by her side. As soon as I came to light again, my little mistress took possession of me, and tended me very carefully.
Side 22 - Strange we never prize the music Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown ; Strange that we should slight the violets. Till the lovely flowers are gone ; Strange that Summer skies and sunshine Never seem one-half so fair, As when Winter's snowy pinions Shake the white down in the air!
Side 2 - The work of girls will be judged more leniently than that of boj-s, and the Inspector may examine scholars in the work of any Standard lower than that in which they, are presented, and in mental arithmetic suitable to their respective Standards.

Bibliografiske oplysninger