The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Volume 6 |
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... Spring Flowers , 186 ; Rule , Britannia ! ... OLIVER GOLDSMITH , The Deserted Village , 193 ; The Village Parson 195 ; The Schoolmaster ... WILLIAM COWPER , My Mother's Picture , 197 ; My Native Land ROBERT BURNS , A Daisy SAMUEL ROGERS ...
... Spring Flowers , 186 ; Rule , Britannia ! ... OLIVER GOLDSMITH , The Deserted Village , 193 ; The Village Parson 195 ; The Schoolmaster ... WILLIAM COWPER , My Mother's Picture , 197 ; My Native Land ROBERT BURNS , A Daisy SAMUEL ROGERS ...
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... be imputed in some degree to the voracious or disorderly appetite of the Franks but the stony soil of Jerusalem is almost destitute : of water ; the scanty springs and hasty torrents were 52 [ Stand . THE SCHOOL BOARD READERS .
... be imputed in some degree to the voracious or disorderly appetite of the Franks but the stony soil of Jerusalem is almost destitute : of water ; the scanty springs and hasty torrents were 52 [ Stand . THE SCHOOL BOARD READERS .
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School board readers. of water ; the scanty springs and hasty torrents were dry in the summer season ; nor was the thirst of the besiegers relieved , as in the city , by the artificial supply of cisterns and aqueducts . The circumjacent ...
School board readers. of water ; the scanty springs and hasty torrents were dry in the summer season ; nor was the thirst of the besiegers relieved , as in the city , by the artificial supply of cisterns and aqueducts . The circumjacent ...
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... spring of happiness , pure and undis- turbed as any fount that sparkles unseen all the year through , in some quiet nook among the pastoral hills . But now there was to be an end of all this - she was to be frozen to death - and lie ...
... spring of happiness , pure and undis- turbed as any fount that sparkles unseen all the year through , in some quiet nook among the pastoral hills . But now there was to be an end of all this - she was to be frozen to death - and lie ...
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... a reed bending to a breeze . But the success of the mea- sure was announced by a joyful cry from the stranger that seemed to burst from his inmost soul . " She feels it ! she springs her luff ! Six . ] 89 THE SCHOOL BOARD READERS .
... a reed bending to a breeze . But the success of the mea- sure was announced by a joyful cry from the stranger that seemed to burst from his inmost soul . " She feels it ! she springs her luff ! Six . ] 89 THE SCHOOL BOARD READERS .
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Página 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Página 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Página 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Página 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Página 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...