Training school reader. [Ed.] by W.J. UnwinWilliam Jordan Unwin 1862 |
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... not yet be - gun to sing , Ev'ry one is in its nest , With its head be - hind its wing . Lit - tle lark , then tell me why You sing so ear - ly in the sky ? с eb , and flies can - not ? I think LESS . XVIII . ] 13 THE LITTLE LARK .
... not yet be - gun to sing , Ev'ry one is in its nest , With its head be - hind its wing . Lit - tle lark , then tell me why You sing so ear - ly in the sky ? с eb , and flies can - not ? I think LESS . XVIII . ] 13 THE LITTLE LARK .
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... nest so long , When the sun is shi - ning bright ? Lit - tle la - dy , this is why I sing so ear - ly in the sky . To the lit - tle birds be - low , I do sing a mer - ry tune ; And I let the plough - man know He must come to la - bour ...
... nest so long , When the sun is shi - ning bright ? Lit - tle la - dy , this is why I sing so ear - ly in the sky . To the lit - tle birds be - low , I do sing a mer - ry tune ; And I let the plough - man know He must come to la - bour ...
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... nest hors - es in the world , and they are very kind to them . The horse al - ways lives in the same room with the fam - i - ly . He is the play - mate of the chil - dren , and the friend of his mas - ter , who mounts on his back and ...
... nest hors - es in the world , and they are very kind to them . The horse al - ways lives in the same room with the fam - i - ly . He is the play - mate of the chil - dren , and the friend of his mas - ter , who mounts on his back and ...
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... nest in a very high place . Its wings are very strong , and it can fly as high as the clouds . The gen - tlest of the birds is the dove . It can - not sing , but it sits a - lone , and moans soft - ly , as if it was sad . I cannot tell ...
... nest in a very high place . Its wings are very strong , and it can fly as high as the clouds . The gen - tlest of the birds is the dove . It can - not sing , but it sits a - lone , and moans soft - ly , as if it was sad . I cannot tell ...
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... nests . What nests they are flat like a floor , and very strong LESS . LI . ] 47 THE EAGLE AND CHILD . THE EAGLE AND CHILD.
... nests . What nests they are flat like a floor , and very strong LESS . LI . ] 47 THE EAGLE AND CHILD . THE EAGLE AND CHILD.
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
a-bout a-bove a-fraid a-gain a-gainst a-lone a-mong a-way an-i-mals an-oth-er bas-ket BATTLE OF BLENHEIM be-fore be-lieve beau-ti-ful birds bod-y But-ter-fly called can-not car-ry carrion crow Cat-er-pil-lar Chaffinch child colour con-tin-ued crea-tures cuckoo deep dif-fer-ent droop-ing e-ven ea-gle earth eggs el-e-phant elephant ev-er-y eve-ning fath-er feet flax flowers fol-low GEORGE UNWIN giraffe green head hear heart heav-en him-self hole HOMERTON COLLEGE how-ev-er i-dea in-to insects king land Lark LESSON lit-tle live look Ma-ry man-y morn-ing moth-er Mother mountains nest never night o-pen o-ver ocean on-ly parents peo-ple poor pret-ty re-main re-mem-ber re-turn river Rob-in-et Robert rock round sev-er-al side snow sometimes soon soul ta-ken tell thee thing thou thought to-geth-er trees Tutor un-der up-on valleys ver-y wings with-out won-der worms wrong young
Populiarios ištraukos
191 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.
80 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.
193 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...
195 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.
192 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.
2 psl. - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. ' Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene ; ' ' Why 'twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; ' Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he,
181 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...
81 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...
189 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.
196 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...