A Phonic Reading Book for Young Children ...1876 - Readers - 132 pages |
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Page 15
... befōre hē died , you gave me a lump of sugar for him , but I eat it myself . ” Thus spake the gîrl , and again shē wept . But the mother did not her daughter , for she recognised hōly voice of Nature in the " What , " thought she ...
... befōre hē died , you gave me a lump of sugar for him , but I eat it myself . ” Thus spake the gîrl , and again shē wept . But the mother did not her daughter , for she recognised hōly voice of Nature in the " What , " thought she ...
Page 52
... befōre , that he ran out to look after them , but he soon found they were gone ; therefore he earnestly declared that he would never again take into his house such a set of ragamuffinș as these were , for they paid nō reckoning ...
... befōre , that he ran out to look after them , but he soon found they were gone ; therefore he earnestly declared that he would never again take into his house such a set of ragamuffinș as these were , for they paid nō reckoning ...
Page 54
... befōre . Well , on they went over many fields , and at last came out by a wooden gate into a pretty lāne , and there they lay down , close crouched together , to see what would come past , for they were afraid to gō further still from ...
... befōre . Well , on they went over many fields , and at last came out by a wooden gate into a pretty lāne , and there they lay down , close crouched together , to see what would come past , for they were afraid to gō further still from ...
Page 55
... befōre ; they felt they had never been anything but playthings themselves , and they grew quite serious . When Jack saw this , he worried them good- humoredly about the neck , and told them to cheer up , and come and take some breakfast ...
... befōre ; they felt they had never been anything but playthings themselves , and they grew quite serious . When Jack saw this , he worried them good- humoredly about the neck , and told them to cheer up , and come and take some breakfast ...
Page 72
... befōre him , filling the air with fragrance , and spreading the news , " Van Frey is coming ! " and every hälf - closed flower burst into perfect beauty , while forest and field and hill püt on their richest dresses to greet his ...
... befōre him , filling the air with fragrance , and spreading the news , " Van Frey is coming ! " and every hälf - closed flower burst into perfect beauty , while forest and field and hill püt on their richest dresses to greet his ...
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âll âlmost alōne âlways beautiful befōre Bēṣom bîrd bōth bright brother Buckwheat câlled child Cōlt consonants corn cried därk dead and Tatty dear Dōor dwârfs English eyes fär field flowers fōlk gärden glottis grass greāt green grew hälf härd Harold head heard Hermod hōme Jack jär King King of Norway Lapdogs leaves lessons letters light elves little gîrl little Lamb lived looked māde mäster mōre morning mother mỹ never night Niord Norman Odin ōld ōver pärt pear-tree Pebble Phonic Alphabet Phonic method PHONIC READING BOOK phonic teaching poor pretty püt replied rōde round shē sheep silent letters silver spoon sounds stōnes stood Stool hops sunbeam Tatty weeps teacher tell thē Thistle-seed thōṣe thou thought Titty's dead tree vowels wâll wârm wâter whispered wind wooden spoon words yoû yoûr
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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.