The Boy's Country BookLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1839 - 308 sider |
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... morning . I have seen her rush into our house as we have sat at breakfast , like one possessed , and with a variety of tragic action cry- " There sir ! there sir ! no sleep have I had since midnight for those pigeons again ! I must go ...
... morning . I have seen her rush into our house as we have sat at breakfast , like one possessed , and with a variety of tragic action cry- " There sir ! there sir ! no sleep have I had since midnight for those pigeons again ! I must go ...
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... morning , even in winter , he would be up reading his Bible aloud by the same kitchen fire till six , when the maids coming down , he would retire to his office ; and in the day - time , if he had any leisure , he would run off with me ...
... morning , even in winter , he would be up reading his Bible aloud by the same kitchen fire till six , when the maids coming down , he would retire to his office ; and in the day - time , if he had any leisure , he would run off with me ...
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... morning for exer- cise ; and then the cows wanted fetching up , and I might just as well do it ; and then my mother must want some message carried somewhere ; and there wanted some errand to the collieries ; in short , Samuel Davis ...
... morning for exer- cise ; and then the cows wanted fetching up , and I might just as well do it ; and then my mother must want some message carried somewhere ; and there wanted some errand to the collieries ; in short , Samuel Davis ...
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... morning , the sun coming up the sky , filling it with all lovely colours and with heavenly cheerfulness ; the bright dewdrops hanging on every bush , and scattered glitteringly over the. IN WHICH I AND PETER SCROGGINS BECOME TRAVELLERS ...
... morning , the sun coming up the sky , filling it with all lovely colours and with heavenly cheerfulness ; the bright dewdrops hanging on every bush , and scattered glitteringly over the. IN WHICH I AND PETER SCROGGINS BECOME TRAVELLERS ...
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... mornings to his work , and worked at it late at night , he always would have a candle to work by during the hours of darkness . The fact was , he had lost his sight by the small - pox , and could perceive the difference between light ...
... mornings to his work , and worked at it late at night , he always would have a candle to work by during the hours of darkness . The fact was , he had lost his sight by the small - pox , and could perceive the difference between light ...
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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.