Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, 第 1 卷 |
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... Give it a good blow ! " The danced all about to the music ; poor boy was not accustomed but , the giddy things ! the men to such work ; but he did his did not heed them . They best , and persevered until the worked on until the hot ...
... Give it a good blow ! " The danced all about to the music ; poor boy was not accustomed but , the giddy things ! the men to such work ; but he did his did not heed them . They best , and persevered until the worked on until the hot ...
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... Give the name of this ani- Genet , Squirrel , Hyena , Hip- mal . I will give you five par - popotamus , Duck - billed Pla- ticulars . It eats vegetable food , typus , Llama , Hedge - hog , Ant- and sometimes other substances ; eater ...
... Give the name of this ani- Genet , Squirrel , Hyena , Hip- mal . I will give you five par - popotamus , Duck - billed Pla- ticulars . It eats vegetable food , typus , Llama , Hedge - hog , Ant- and sometimes other substances ; eater ...
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... or compelled to pay any taxes , but would either give his own money , or go himself and defend his country without being forced . Under 666 ' So , about the end of Queen Elizabeth's 7 1st Week . WEDNESDAY . English History .
... or compelled to pay any taxes , but would either give his own money , or go himself and defend his country without being forced . Under 666 ' So , about the end of Queen Elizabeth's 7 1st Week . WEDNESDAY . English History .
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... give me that morning ! He only an- swered two questions - How do the Londoners earn their daily bread ? ' and , ' How are the Lon - Welsh gentleman determined to doners fed ? Lord Mayor , lanterns were hung across the streets . 666 ' So ...
... give me that morning ! He only an- swered two questions - How do the Londoners earn their daily bread ? ' and , ' How are the Lon - Welsh gentleman determined to doners fed ? Lord Mayor , lanterns were hung across the streets . 666 ' So ...
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... which the wind makes , and the sound of a cannon are not letters . Ion . Please let me give the definition of a letter . A letter is a sound which we use in speaking . And 13 FRIDAY . GRAMMAR . PLEASANT PAGES . Priry ous. Clapton ...
... which the wind makes , and the sound of a cannon are not letters . Ion . Please let me give the definition of a letter . A letter is a sound which we use in speaking . And 13 FRIDAY . GRAMMAR . PLEASANT PAGES . Priry ous. Clapton ...
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第307页 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent, and wished, if possible, to imitate it.
第108页 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
第176页 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
第176页 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast !" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night.
第108页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
第68页 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!
第307页 - ... measure, or of different sound for the rhyme, would have laid me under a constant necessity of searching for variety, and also have tended to fix that variety in my mind, and make me master of it. Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into verse ; and, after a time, when I had pretty well forgotten the prose, turned them back again.
第105页 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
第176页 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
第105页 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.