Reading lessons for the higher classes in classical, middle and diocesan schools1848 - 80 psl. |
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... charming ballad , " Danish Margaret " I am also indebted to another friend for the " School Boy's Christmas Song . " I can only hope that the present effort will meet with approbation at the hands of those who believe that viii PREFACE .
... charming ballad , " Danish Margaret " I am also indebted to another friend for the " School Boy's Christmas Song . " I can only hope that the present effort will meet with approbation at the hands of those who believe that viii PREFACE .
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... songs from their divine harps . Not far from hence were the fields of Fiction , filled with a variety of wild flowers springing up in the greatest luxuriance , of richer scents and brighter colours than I had observed in any 2 READING ...
... songs from their divine harps . Not far from hence were the fields of Fiction , filled with a variety of wild flowers springing up in the greatest luxuriance , of richer scents and brighter colours than I had observed in any 2 READING ...
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... song , can never tear himself from it . He is rooted as a tree to the island , till he pines and dies of hunger . But since thou must needs pass their dwelling , I will show thee a refuge from destruction . Fill the ears of thy comrades ...
... song , can never tear himself from it . He is rooted as a tree to the island , till he pines and dies of hunger . But since thou must needs pass their dwelling , I will show thee a refuge from destruction . Fill the ears of thy comrades ...
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... song of the bird of paradise , he was fanned by the last flutters of the sinking breeze , and sprinkled with dew by groves of spices ; he sometimes contemplated the towering height of the oak , monarch of the hills ; and sometimes ...
... song of the bird of paradise , he was fanned by the last flutters of the sinking breeze , and sprinkled with dew by groves of spices ; he sometimes contemplated the towering height of the oak , monarch of the hills ; and sometimes ...
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... songs . " So he resolved to go to Italy and Sicily ; for there were many notable cities in these lands , inhabited by settlers of the Grecian tongue . And there the wise Pythagoras had given lessons of wisdom and godliness in secret ...
... songs . " So he resolved to go to Italy and Sicily ; for there were many notable cities in these lands , inhabited by settlers of the Grecian tongue . And there the wise Pythagoras had given lessons of wisdom and godliness in secret ...
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Aldhelm animal appear Arab Archias bamboos beautiful birds Bishop BISHOP OF SHERBORNE Bishop Wilson blessed body branches bright called Catiline Christ Christianity Church Cimbrian war colours columns creatures dark death delight divine doth earth enemy eyes feet fire flowers frequently give glory greatest ground hand happy hath heard heart heaven height helmet of Navarre Herculaneum Himalayas holy honour houses Idumea ISAAC NEWTON king labour Lapland length light living look Lord mind mole morning mountains narch nature nest never night nightingale noble pass Periander person pleasure Pompeii poor praise present racter rein-deer religion rising rock Roman ruins sapadilla seen side snow song soul spirit stone stork sweet thee things thou thought tion travellers trees turn unto voice walls whole WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM wind wisdom wonder Wykeham
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