The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader, Bind 5 |
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Side 8
... feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , 66 And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And shield me from the biting blast ; Cold , cold it blows across the moor , The weary moor ...
... feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , 66 And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And shield me from the biting blast ; Cold , cold it blows across the moor , The weary moor ...
Side 13
... feet Of the scarecrow maid . More happy than a queen , Though scanty was her food , The child that sang her song To that clapper music rude . This , the maiden's simple lay , As she warbled in her nook , " Here , clapping every day , I ...
... feet Of the scarecrow maid . More happy than a queen , Though scanty was her food , The child that sang her song To that clapper music rude . This , the maiden's simple lay , As she warbled in her nook , " Here , clapping every day , I ...
Side 14
... sweet : On her head sunshine , Rain at her feet . " Thanks to the sunshine , Thanks to the rain ! Little white Lily Is happy again ! " G. MacDonald . DEATH - BED REMEMBRANCES . I REMEMBER , I remember 14 THE FIFTH STANDARD READER .
... sweet : On her head sunshine , Rain at her feet . " Thanks to the sunshine , Thanks to the rain ! Little white Lily Is happy again ! " G. MacDonald . DEATH - BED REMEMBRANCES . I REMEMBER , I remember 14 THE FIFTH STANDARD READER .
Side 25
... feet are cold . And let my head , I pray thee , With handkerchiefs be bound : There , take my love's gold handkerchief , And tie it tightly round . " Now bring the chart , the doleful chart ; See where these mountains meet- The clouds ...
... feet are cold . And let my head , I pray thee , With handkerchiefs be bound : There , take my love's gold handkerchief , And tie it tightly round . " Now bring the chart , the doleful chart ; See where these mountains meet- The clouds ...
Side 37
... feet , while he gives a peculiar bark , and the master knows that his life is saved . He searches for an entrance , manages to dig his way in , and lights a fire with the wood which he finds lying there . Himself and his dogs rest until ...
... feet , while he gives a peculiar bark , and the master knows that his life is saved . He searches for an entrance , manages to dig his way in , and lights a fire with the wood which he finds lying there . Himself and his dogs rest until ...
Almindelige termer og sætninger
alpaca animal began beneath bird blow boat breast cabin captain Captain Bligh chase cheer coast creature cried dark deck dogs door Esquimaux eyes fairy-queen fear feet fell fire fish grass green hand harpoon head hear heard heart Hendrik homeless birds horse hour Inchcape Rock islands Kees killed knew La Perouse length llama Lochinvar look miles moon morning mother natives nest never night noise o'er Oviparous Pacific Ocean pieces pipe Pitcairn's Island poor pron Quantock Hills quoth reach rest roar rocks rose round sail sailor seen ship shore shot side sight sing sledge snow snow-house song soon Spermaceti springbok steed stood storm struck sweet sweet dove died tell thee thing thou thought tree turtle twas venison vessel voyage waves whale wild Wildgrave wind Xury young
Populære passager
Side 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Side 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do 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 ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Side 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Side 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Side 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Side 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.