The Battersea series of standard reading books for boys, 書籍 31879 |
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African elephant animal baby Bandy bear beetle began Bingen birds boat brave breast BROWN BEAR cage Caldon-Low captain child cried crowns dark dead dear mother EDITOR elephant escape eyes farthing father fear feet fell flower forest friends gave green green woodpecker grew hand head hear heard heart hippopotamus hoopoes horse hunters hyæna inclosure Issachar jailer kind King Solomon laugh legs LESSON LITTLE PEDLAR live MARY HOWITT master mind mole mole-catcher morning neck nest never night oak-tree once peas poor prayer R. M. BALLANTYNE Rhine round rowlocks saved seized shillings ship side snow soldier Somebody's sometimes soon stood tail tears tell thing thought tiger took tray tree trunk turned watching white shark wind window wings wolves wood wounded young
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165 ページ - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
151 ページ - I never more shall see my own, my native land : Take a message, and a token to some distant friends of mine; For I was born at...
167 ページ - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
165 ページ - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
94 ページ - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee ; Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
82 ページ - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another — A little sheet for Mary's bed And an apron for her mother.
159 ページ - Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow ; Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold: Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody's darling is still and cold.
166 ページ - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so ; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
153 ページ - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along— I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill...
153 ページ - His voice grew faint and hoarser, — his grasp was childish weak, — His eyes put on a dying look — he sighed and ceased to speak : His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, — The soldier of the Legion, in a foreign land...