Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 3 |
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... sings elsewhere , Among God's angels bright and dear ; - -Yet not more angel there than here ! F. T. Palgrave . 6. THE TAKING OF ROXBURGH CASTLE . im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be ...
... sings elsewhere , Among God's angels bright and dear ; - -Yet not more angel there than here ! F. T. Palgrave . 6. THE TAKING OF ROXBURGH CASTLE . im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be - have - d im - port - ant bat - tle - ments be ...
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... sing to her child . You must know that the name of Douglas had become so terrible to the English , that the women ... singing to her child— " Hush ye , hush ye , little pet ye , Hush ye , hush ye , do not fret ye , The Black Douglas ...
... sing to her child . You must know that the name of Douglas had become so terrible to the English , that the women ... singing to her child— " Hush ye , hush ye , little pet ye , Hush ye , hush ye , do not fret ye , The Black Douglas ...
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... sings ; Puss on the hearth , with velvet paws , Sits , wiping o'er her whiskered jaws . Through the clear stream the fishes rise , And nimbly catch the incautious flies ; The frog has changed his velvet vest , And in a russet coat is ...
... sings ; Puss on the hearth , with velvet paws , Sits , wiping o'er her whiskered jaws . Through the clear stream the fishes rise , And nimbly catch the incautious flies ; The frog has changed his velvet vest , And in a russet coat is ...
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... sing , and gently speak . We know when Christ our Lord was young , No angry word e'er crossed His tongue ; And when He grew no more a child , His voice was loving , soft , and mild . So should we be mild and meek ; Softly sing , and ...
... sing , and gently speak . We know when Christ our Lord was young , No angry word e'er crossed His tongue ; And when He grew no more a child , His voice was loving , soft , and mild . So should we be mild and meek ; Softly sing , and ...
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... Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound ; - Whilst our sports shall be seen On the echoing green . Old John , with white hair , Doth laugh away care , Sitting under the oak Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , And soon ...
... Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound ; - Whilst our sports shall be seen On the echoing green . Old John , with white hair , Doth laugh away care , Sitting under the oak Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , And soon ...
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Términos y frases comunes
animal as-ton-ish-ed Aunt Judy's Magazine baby beautiful bees Bella Binnock birds blue bound in cloth breathe bright buck-wheat called carriage castle cells chimney cobbler colour Columbus corral cottage cried dear door Dora Greenwell echoing green elephants Europe G eyes F. T. Palgrave fang father flowers Foolscap 8vo fresh Goletta grass green head hearth herd horses insects king land leaves little birdie live look mind monk morning move neat cover nest never night noise once one-eyed servant PHILIPS poison poor pretty rain raisins replied round Samples of words seen shining side sight sing snake St Mark's College sweet tell thee thing thou thought Tis green tree Tunis Venice whilst William Blake William Lawson window wings wonder young
Pasajes populares
Página 187 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 140 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página 20 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Página 177 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to Nature's lesson, given By the blessed birds of heaven ! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy : — " Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow...
Página 156 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide : Then, here reposing, let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
Página 24 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Página 25 - They are only one times one. 0 moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright! ah, bright! but your light is failing— You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Página 186 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near. Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Página 84 - gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen.
Página 141 - The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...