A Phonic Reading Book for Young Children ...1876 - Readers - 132 pages |
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Page 78
... Norman William , hunting in his pärk at Roûten , he dropped his bow , returned to his palace , câlled his nobles to ... Normans on the coast at Hastings , with his ärmy , märched to Stamford Bridge 78 XXIX.
... Norman William , hunting in his pärk at Roûten , he dropped his bow , returned to his palace , câlled his nobles to ... Normans on the coast at Hastings , with his ärmy , märched to Stamford Bridge 78 XXIX.
Page 80
... Norman bodies . But they had once mōre māde sail , led by the Duke's own galley , a present from his wife , upon the ... Norman pow - er , hopeful and strong , on English ground . Harold broke up the feast and hurried to London . Within ...
... Norman bodies . But they had once mōre māde sail , led by the Duke's own galley , a present from his wife , upon the ... Norman pow - er , hopeful and strong , on English ground . Harold broke up the feast and hurried to London . Within ...
Page 81
... Norman soldiers , who were instructed to retire aș King Harold's army advanced , “ rush on us , through their pillaged country , with the fury of madmen . " " Let them come , and come soon ! " said Duke William . Some proposals for a ...
... Norman soldiers , who were instructed to retire aș King Harold's army advanced , “ rush on us , through their pillaged country , with the fury of madmen . " " Let them come , and come soon ! " said Duke William . Some proposals for a ...
Page 82
... Norman knight , who rōde befōre the Norman army on a prancing horse , throwing up his heavy sword and catching it , and singing of the bravery of his countrymen . An English knight , who rōde out from the English fōrce to meet him ...
... Norman knight , who rōde befōre the Norman army on a prancing horse , throwing up his heavy sword and catching it , and singing of the bravery of his countrymen . An English knight , who rōde out from the English fōrce to meet him ...
Page 83
... Norman ärmy clōṣed again , and fell upon them with great slaughter . " Still , " said Duke William , " there are thousands of the English , firm as rocks around their King . Shoot upward , Norman ärchers , that your arrōwṣ may fâll down ...
... Norman ärmy clōṣed again , and fell upon them with great slaughter . " Still , " said Duke William , " there are thousands of the English , firm as rocks around their King . Shoot upward , Norman ärchers , that your arrōwṣ may fâll down ...
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Page 120 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 130 - 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.
Page 116 - I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses ; • And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 121 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 121 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 112 - 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.
Page 111 - Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 107 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, -- Thinking only of her brilliant eyes , and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head- -poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider , and fiercely held her fast . He dragged her up his winding stair , into his dismal den Within his little parlor --but she ne'er came out again!
Page 131 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Page 123 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.