The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Band 6 |
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School board readers. father comes home , while father himself , a full mile off , has just exchanged a friendly nod with the coachman , and turns round to take a good long stare at the vehicle as it whirls away . And now the bugle plays ...
School board readers. father comes home , while father himself , a full mile off , has just exchanged a friendly nod with the coachman , and turns round to take a good long stare at the vehicle as it whirls away . And now the bugle plays ...
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... comes , and it rejoices with all the earth , -glowing with variegated flame of flowers , - waving in soft depth of fruitful strength . Winter comes , and though it will not mock its fellow - plants by growing then , it will not pine and ...
... comes , and it rejoices with all the earth , -glowing with variegated flame of flowers , - waving in soft depth of fruitful strength . Winter comes , and though it will not mock its fellow - plants by growing then , it will not pine and ...
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... comes a frost , a killing frost ; And - when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a - ripening - nips his root , And then be falls , as I do . I have ventured , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , This ...
... comes a frost , a killing frost ; And - when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a - ripening - nips his root , And then be falls , as I do . I have ventured , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , This ...
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... comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed : Such place eternal justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In utter ...
... comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed : Such place eternal justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In utter ...
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... comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him , ye deaf : and all ye blind , behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray , And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : ' Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall clear , And ...
... comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him , ye deaf : and all ye blind , behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray , And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : ' Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall clear , And ...
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Seite 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Seite 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Seite 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Seite 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Seite 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Seite 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...