The Boy's Country BookLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1839 - 308 sider |
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Side vii
... sticks , boughs , turnstiles , asses , cows , horses , etc. - Riding horses to the water , half a dozen lads on one horse - Peter Scroggins supersedes these horses - a beautiful cream - coloured pony nearly supersedes Peter- RABBIT ...
... sticks , boughs , turnstiles , asses , cows , horses , etc. - Riding horses to the water , half a dozen lads on one horse - Peter Scroggins supersedes these horses - a beautiful cream - coloured pony nearly supersedes Peter- RABBIT ...
Side 5
... sticks , charging them with gunpowder , ramming it down with all our might , and letting it off with a fire - stick or a hot cinder . There was a stone block at the door , in which we used to drill holes and ram them full of powder ...
... sticks , charging them with gunpowder , ramming it down with all our might , and letting it off with a fire - stick or a hot cinder . There was a stone block at the door , in which we used to drill holes and ram them full of powder ...
Side 20
... stick with a bit of clay to the face of the coal , and will snatch them down and scamper away in different directions with them burning in their mouths . Many a peril do these poor colliers undergo . Sometimes , as I have said , the ...
... stick with a bit of clay to the face of the coal , and will snatch them down and scamper away in different directions with them burning in their mouths . Many a peril do these poor colliers undergo . Sometimes , as I have said , the ...
Side 35
... stick , which was sure to hit the person severely that did not get out of the way . He knew any one that he met by his tread before he spoke ; and so surprising was his faculty of perception , that many maintained that he could see ...
... stick , which was sure to hit the person severely that did not get out of the way . He knew any one that he met by his tread before he spoke ; and so surprising was his faculty of perception , that many maintained that he could see ...
Side 36
... stick in one hand . Tom came singing on up to the very gate , when the horse , of course , turned directly into the field . The moment he turned aside , Tom looked surprised , held his head on one side , and finding the horse , by the ...
... stick in one hand . Tom came singing on up to the very gate , when the horse , of course , turned directly into the field . The moment he turned aside , Tom looked surprised , held his head on one side , and finding the horse , by the ...
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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.