A Phonic Reading Book for Young Children ...1876 - Readers - 132 pages |
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... mōre readily prevail by an example . Sō he câlled his sons and bade them lay a bundle of sticks before him . Then having tied them into a fagot , he told the lads , one after the other , to take it up and break it . They all tried , but ...
... mōre readily prevail by an example . Sō he câlled his sons and bade them lay a bundle of sticks before him . Then having tied them into a fagot , he told the lads , one after the other , to take it up and break it . They all tried , but ...
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... mōre familiar with them than you are , and pay them visits in their houses , and at their tea - table , and at their meals ; while ÿoû are very shy , and härdly ever come near them ; yet they build you curious houses , thatched with ...
... mōre familiar with them than you are , and pay them visits in their houses , and at their tea - table , and at their meals ; while ÿoû are very shy , and härdly ever come near them ; yet they build you curious houses , thatched with ...
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... mōre . 14. - TITTY MOUSE AND TATTY MOUSE . Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse lived in a little house . They both went a gleaning ; Titty gleaned an ear of corn , and Tatty gleaned an ear of corn . Titty Mouse made a pudding , and Tatty Mouse ...
... mōre . 14. - TITTY MOUSE AND TATTY MOUSE . Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse lived in a little house . They both went a gleaning ; Titty gleaned an ear of corn , and Tatty gleaned an ear of corn . Titty Mouse made a pudding , and Tatty Mouse ...
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... mōre handsome ; mỹ flowers are as beautiful as the blossoms of the Apple - tree ; it iş delightful to look at me and my companions . Do you know anything mōre beautiful than wē are , ÿoû ōld Willow - tree ? " And the Willow - tree bent ...
... mōre handsome ; mỹ flowers are as beautiful as the blossoms of the Apple - tree ; it iş delightful to look at me and my companions . Do you know anything mōre beautiful than wē are , ÿoû ōld Willow - tree ? " And the Willow - tree bent ...
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... mōre delicate and tasteful wooden spoon ; and no one took it up without saying : ' Oh , how pretty it is ! ' Thus the little spoon grew vain and proud . ' Ah , ' thought the beautifül wooden spoon , ' If I could only be like a silver ...
... mōre delicate and tasteful wooden spoon ; and no one took it up without saying : ' Oh , how pretty it is ! ' Thus the little spoon grew vain and proud . ' Ah , ' thought the beautifül wooden spoon , ' If I could only be like a silver ...
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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.