Introductory English reading bookLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 - 171 páginas |
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... Trees , or Industry and Idleness . Translated from L'Ami des 102 103 105 106 107 Enfans .............. 107 XXI . To Spring . Bently 111 ... The Midsummer Wish . Croxhall 112 An Autumnal Reflection 113 ........... Winter 114 ...
... Trees , or Industry and Idleness . Translated from L'Ami des 102 103 105 106 107 Enfans .............. 107 XXI . To Spring . Bently 111 ... The Midsummer Wish . Croxhall 112 An Autumnal Reflection 113 ........... Winter 114 ...
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... tree , called deal . Your bed has no curtains round it , because they would keep off the air too much from you while you are sleeping , and make you too warm . But many beds have curtains , made of linen , or cotton , or silk , or fine ...
... tree , called deal . Your bed has no curtains round it , because they would keep off the air too much from you while you are sleeping , and make you too warm . But many beds have curtains , made of linen , or cotton , or silk , or fine ...
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... trees that yield the wood , the iron of which the nails are made , the plants which bears the cotton , the hemp , and the flax , the sheep which give the wool . Now let us go and take a short walk in the fields before breakfast . You ...
... trees that yield the wood , the iron of which the nails are made , the plants which bears the cotton , the hemp , and the flax , the sheep which give the wool . Now let us go and take a short walk in the fields before breakfast . You ...
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... trees , Odours now , the air perfuming , Sweetly swell the balmy breeze . Praise to Thee , thou great Creator , Praise be thine from every tongue ; Join , my soul , with every creature , Join the universal song . For ten thousand ...
... trees , Odours now , the air perfuming , Sweetly swell the balmy breeze . Praise to Thee , thou great Creator , Praise be thine from every tongue ; Join , my soul , with every creature , Join the universal song . For ten thousand ...
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... tree , While you twitter a song in the boughs . Oh dear ! if you'd eat a crumb out of my hand , How happy and glad should I be ; Then come , pretty birds , while I quietly stand At the foot of the mulberry - tree . WHAT CLOTHES ARE MADE ...
... tree , While you twitter a song in the boughs . Oh dear ! if you'd eat a crumb out of my hand , How happy and glad should I be ; Then come , pretty birds , while I quietly stand At the foot of the mulberry - tree . WHAT CLOTHES ARE MADE ...
Términos y frases comunes
animals barley beautiful bee bread bees birds bless bloom bread breath bricks called Charles cheer cloth colour cows dear children dear mama death delightful door earth eyes father feet flowers fruit garden give grass green ground grows hammer hand hear heart heat heaven hive insects iron jessamine kind L'Ami des Enfans labour laburnum leaves LESSON live look Lord mama mamma Mary meadow milk morning Mount Lebanon nature night NOSEGAY o'er papa perly pheasants Philip pieces plant pleasure praise pretty purple violet queen bee rice pudding rich rise rock salt rose sabbath seeds sheep shining sleep song spring stone Sweden sweet tell thee thing thou tivated tree turn vale voice walk warm wild William wings winter Wise wish wood words
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Página 135 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Página 76 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Página 135 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Página 35 - How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day.
Página 141 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Página 104 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap ; These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains...
Página 103 - For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.
Página 103 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
Página 166 - But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day! On other days, the man of toil is...
Página 34 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.