Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. UnwinWilliam Jordan Unwin 1862 |
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... bear as much heat as the os - trich , and as much cold as the rein - deer . Mrs. Barbauld . LESSON VIII . - THE ONE TALENT . What if the lit - tle rain should say , " So small a drop as I Can ne'er re - fresh those thirst - y fields ...
... bear as much heat as the os - trich , and as much cold as the rein - deer . Mrs. Barbauld . LESSON VIII . - THE ONE TALENT . What if the lit - tle rain should say , " So small a drop as I Can ne'er re - fresh those thirst - y fields ...
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... bear . Why is that ? is not the sun near - er to us when it sinks down to - wards the fields , than when it is a great way up in the sky ? No ; the sun does not re - al - ly touch the fields , but he seems to do so , be - cause you can ...
... bear . Why is that ? is not the sun near - er to us when it sinks down to - wards the fields , than when it is a great way up in the sky ? No ; the sun does not re - al - ly touch the fields , but he seems to do so , be - cause you can ...
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... hu - man flowers ! He who gave them hard - ship , And a life of care , Gave them like - wise hard - y strength , And pa - tient hearts to bear . Wel - come , yel - low but - ter 22 [ LESS . XXVIII . BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES .
... hu - man flowers ! He who gave them hard - ship , And a life of care , Gave them like - wise hard - y strength , And pa - tient hearts to bear . Wel - come , yel - low but - ter 22 [ LESS . XXVIII . BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES .
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... bear ; And Fri - day , no doubt , Not be - ing left out , With Sat - ur - day , last , The week will be past . - Sara Coleridge . LESSON XXXIV . - THE ACORN . Sup - pose 28 [ LESS . XXXIII . THE WEEK . Sara Coleridge.
... bear ; And Fri - day , no doubt , Not be - ing left out , With Sat - ur - day , last , The week will be past . - Sara Coleridge . LESSON XXXIV . - THE ACORN . Sup - pose 28 [ LESS . XXXIII . THE WEEK . Sara Coleridge.
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... bears a - corns e - nough ev - er - y year to raise a thou - sand more oaks ; and these , ev - er - y year , bear e - nough to raise ten thou - sand more . Thus a whole for - est may be shut up in the lit - tle bud of a sin - gle a ...
... bears a - corns e - nough ev - er - y year to raise a thou - sand more oaks ; and these , ev - er - y year , bear e - nough to raise ten thou - sand more . Thus a whole for - est may be shut up in the lit - tle bud of a sin - gle a ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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193 psl. - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
82 psl. - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
195 psl. - In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
197 psl. - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
194 psl. - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
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183 psl. - Noiselessly as the daylight comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand leaves...
83 psl. - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
191 psl. - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
198 psl. - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...