The Easy Reader, Or, Introduction to the National Preceptor: Consisting of Familiar and Progressive Lessons Designed to Aid in Thinking, Spelling, Defining, and Correct ReadingDurrie & Peck, 1833 - 144 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... head with strongest bias rules , Is pride , the never failing vice of fools . " RULES FOR READING . 1. Study your lesson attentively before you read it . 2. Never pass over a word without understanding its meaning . 3. When you read ...
... head with strongest bias rules , Is pride , the never failing vice of fools . " RULES FOR READING . 1. Study your lesson attentively before you read it . 2. Never pass over a word without understanding its meaning . 3. When you read ...
Pàgina 14
... head grows a strange piece of flesh , and another under his throat , as red as blood . 3. He flapped his arms against his sides in a great rage , and then stretching out his head , he screamed at me with such a shrill and frightful ...
... head grows a strange piece of flesh , and another under his throat , as red as blood . 3. He flapped his arms against his sides in a great rage , and then stretching out his head , he screamed at me with such a shrill and frightful ...
Pàgina 18
... head , that at last the poor fellow was almost melted . 5. " O dear ! " said the traveller , " this is past all bear- ing ; for it is now so hot , that one might as well be in an oven ! " and with that he threw off his cloak as quick as ...
... head , that at last the poor fellow was almost melted . 5. " O dear ! " said the traveller , " this is past all bear- ing ; for it is now so hot , that one might as well be in an oven ! " and with that he threw off his cloak as quick as ...
Pàgina 33
... head . Mr. L. What do you do when it rains ? B. If it rains very hard I get under the fence till it is over . Mr. L. What do you do when you are hungry be- fore it is time to go home ? B. I sometimes eat a raw turnip . Mr. L. But if ...
... head . Mr. L. What do you do when it rains ? B. If it rains very hard I get under the fence till it is over . Mr. L. What do you do when you are hungry be- fore it is time to go home ? B. I sometimes eat a raw turnip . Mr. L. But if ...
Pàgina 36
... head upon her arm , As if he said , " I'm not afraid- You'll keep me from all harm . " " What makes the lamb love Mary so ? ” The eager children cry . " O Mary loves the lamb you know , " The teacher did reply . " And you each gentle ...
... head upon her arm , As if he said , " I'm not afraid- You'll keep me from all harm . " " What makes the lamb love Mary so ? ” The eager children cry . " O Mary loves the lamb you know , " The teacher did reply . " And you each gentle ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 142 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept. Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Pàgina 35 - Pipe a song about a Lamb!" So I piped with merry cheer. "Piper, pipe that song again"; So I piped: he wept to hear. "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.
Pàgina 115 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, such unto him was given ; go — thou must play alone, my boy! thy brother is in heaven.' 'And has he left his birds and flowers ; and must I call in vain? and through the long, long summer hours, will he not come again? 'And by the brook and in the glade are all our wanderings o'er? Oh! while my brother with me played, would I had loved him more!
Pàgina 127 - What is that, Mother ?— The eagle, boy !— Proudly careering his course of joy ; Firm, on his own mountain vigor relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying, His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward, and upward, and true to the line. What is that, Mother...
Pàgina 128 - midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child! Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child...
Pàgina 127 - What is that, Mother ? The swan, my love ! He is floating down, from his native grove ; No loved one, now, no nestling, nigh, He is floating down, by himself, to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song, is the last, he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet, it may waft thee home!
Pàgina 141 - THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight; So through. the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way. I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain. But I'll be as busy as they!
Pàgina 125 - Content thee, boy, in my bower to dwell ! Here are sweet sounds, which thou lovest well ; Flutes on the air in the stilly noon, Harps which the wandering breezes tune ; And the silvery wood-note of many a bird, Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountains heard.
Pàgina 135 - ... it is very probable, indeed, that they should expose a shield of gold in so public a place as this : for my part, I wonder even a silver one is not too strong a temptation for the devotion of some people who pass this way ; and it appears by the date, that this has been here above three years.
Pàgina 126 - Thy mother is gone from her cares to rest, She hath taken the babe on her quiet breast; Thou would'st meet her footstep, my boy, no more, Nor hear her song at the cabin door. Come thou with me to the vineyards nigh, And we'll pluck the grapes of the richest dye.