The Oriel readers. First (-Third) infant primer1885 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
adjective adverbs in verse animals ap-pear'-ance ash tree bamboo Barn Owl basket beautiful bird bright British boy called child cocoa-nut colours cotton date palm Dictation electric eel eyes father feet flowers frog fruit Grammar Grammar.-Point green hand heart hedgehog hopped horse india-rubber kind Kitty leaves LESSON live look Miss Kitty monkeys morning mother native nest never nice night noun and adverb Perry Philip picked piece play pleas'-ant pleasant plural poor prepositions pretty pronouns rabbits rainbow Robin round sentences Sir Thomas Gresham smile Snowy Owl soap bubble soon speech in paragraph spinning stone stop strong sunshine swallows sweet tails tell thing thought Tinto toad told tongue top spins tree verb Whang wild cat wonderful WORD MAKING.-Make noun young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 176 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pàgina 177 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the Naming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Pàgina 167 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he...
Pàgina 167 - The minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder; And said, "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!
Pàgina 191 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Pàgina 160 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Pàgina 191 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Pàgina 177 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Pàgina 177 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought...
Pàgina 173 - HOW pleasant the life of a bird must be, Flitting about in each leafy tree, — In the leafy trees, so broad and tall, Like a green and beautiful palace hall, With its airy chambers, light and boon, That open to sun and stars and moon ! That open unto the bright blue sky, And the frolicsome winds as they wander by...