The Boy's Country BookLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1839 - 308 sider |
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... feeling that they were all my humble servants . Well , we had a happy time of it ; and I have had brunts and emulation enough since that period to cut down any overweening ideas which this short rural king- ship might have given me . It ...
... feeling that they were all my humble servants . Well , we had a happy time of it ; and I have had brunts and emulation enough since that period to cut down any overweening ideas which this short rural king- ship might have given me . It ...
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... - natured tailor , making pincushions of red and yellow strips of cloth , and feeling it very important to be able to sew with a bottomless thimble . The tailor was six feet high ; had a nose flattened to his face by 10 THE BOY'S.
... - natured tailor , making pincushions of red and yellow strips of cloth , and feeling it very important to be able to sew with a bottomless thimble . The tailor was six feet high ; had a nose flattened to his face by 10 THE BOY'S.
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... feelings were very quick ; and finally his impetuous passions brought on him a fearful fate . In his very boyhood he practised duplicity , which grew upon him till it destroyed him . When a mere boy , being sent by his grandmother on a ...
... feelings were very quick ; and finally his impetuous passions brought on him a fearful fate . In his very boyhood he practised duplicity , which grew upon him till it destroyed him . When a mere boy , being sent by his grandmother on a ...
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... feelings of that time . How light I felt in heart and limb ; how all the world seemed made to rejoice in . As I lay and thought for a few moments , what were the images that came pouring into my bosom like the sunshine itself ? Thoughts ...
... feelings of that time . How light I felt in heart and limb ; how all the world seemed made to rejoice in . As I lay and thought for a few moments , what were the images that came pouring into my bosom like the sunshine itself ? Thoughts ...
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... feeling creatures ; that you cannot possibly take them from under the care of their parents without inflicting the severest tortures on them ; and in ninety - nine out of every hundred cases— death . It is impossible that any boy , it ...
... feeling creatures ; that you cannot possibly take them from under the care of their parents without inflicting the severest tortures on them ; and in ninety - nine out of every hundred cases— death . It is impossible that any boy , it ...
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Ackworth School amongst amusement beautiful began birds birds'-nesting boughs BOY'S COUNTRY-BOOK cake called coal corncrake cottage Cousin John creatures cried delight door eggs eyes farmer father fellow fields fire florist flowers garden gate gentleman green hand Harry Webb head hear heard heart hedge horse Joe Garner Kellerby knew laugh lived looked master mastiff merry morning mother nest Nethertown never Newfoundland dog night Overtown packman Paul Phoh pigeons pleasant pleasure pony poor Poundall rabbits ride round Rover Samuel Davis sate Sedley seemed seen shewed shoot shout soon sort stick stood sure tall tell thee things thou thought told Tommy Briggs trees Tunstal turned verjuice village walk wasps watch Webb whole wind wonder wood yard young
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Side 53 - If a bird's nest chance to be before thee in the way in any tree, or on the ground, whether they be young ones, or eggs, and the dam sitting upon the young, or upon the eggs, thou shalt not take the dam with the young...
Side 148 - For ever on watch, ran off each with a prize. Then away to the field it went blustering and humming, And the cattle all wondered whatever was coming. It plucked by their tails the grave matronly cows, And tossed the colts...
Side 307 - There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead.
Side 147 - THE WIND IN A FROLIC The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, "Now for a frolic! Now for a leap! Now for a madcap, galloping chase! I'll make a commotion in every place!" So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down Shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls. There never was heard a much lustier shout As the apples and oranges tumbled...
Side 148 - There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps; The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed aloud, And the hens crept to roost in a terrified crowd; There was rearing of ladders, and logs laying on Where the thatch from the roof threatened soon to be gone. But the wind had passed on, and had met in a lane With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in vain; For it tossed him and twirled him, then passed, and he stood With his hat in a pool...
Side 45 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 148 - Striking their inmates with sudden alarm ; And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm. There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps...
Side 227 - The bell rung, they ran to collect in the shed — they drew up in two long lines facing each other, perhaps two yards apart. Large wicker baskets were brought forth from the store-room, piled with hats of all imaginable shapes and species; for they were such as had been left by the boys from the commencement of the institution ; they wear none, except...
Side 149 - With his hat in a pool and his shoes in the mud. Then away went the wind in its holiday glee, And now it was far on the billowy sea, And the lordly ships felt its staggering blow, And the little boats darted to and fro. But lo ! it was night, and it sank to rest On the...
Side 148 - Whistling with reeds on the broad river's banks, Puffing the birds as they sat on the spray, Or the traveller grave on the king's highway. It was not too nice to hustle the bags Of the beggar, and flutter his dirty rags; 'Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig or the gentleman's cloak.