Lessons for writing from dictationW.W. Robinson, 1849 - Всего страниц: 72 |
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... give to his scholars whatever he has him- self learned ; and , so long as religious instruction holds its due place in the education of the children of the poor , there can be no more reasonable objection to teaching geography and ...
... give to his scholars whatever he has him- self learned ; and , so long as religious instruction holds its due place in the education of the children of the poor , there can be no more reasonable objection to teaching geography and ...
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... gives milk . When they want to milk her , she stands quite still . From milk we get cream ; and of cream are made butter and cheese . 11 . The stream runs through the mead . How clear the water is ! You may see the smooth 2 LESSONS FOR.
... gives milk . When they want to milk her , she stands quite still . From milk we get cream ; and of cream are made butter and cheese . 11 . The stream runs through the mead . How clear the water is ! You may see the smooth 2 LESSONS FOR.
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... gives us pleasure in itself . He who can read need waste no evenings , or spare hours . What we learn teaches us how much we have of good to be thankful for , and a thankful mind is a happy one : an ig- norant one turns to bad things ...
... gives us pleasure in itself . He who can read need waste no evenings , or spare hours . What we learn teaches us how much we have of good to be thankful for , and a thankful mind is a happy one : an ig- norant one turns to bad things ...
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... gives us deal , which is the cheapest of all , and easiest to work . The finest of our English trees are the oak and the elm . We may know the different trees by their leaves . Some trees love a dry soil ; and others , such as the ...
... gives us deal , which is the cheapest of all , and easiest to work . The finest of our English trees are the oak and the elm . We may know the different trees by their leaves . Some trees love a dry soil ; and others , such as the ...
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... gives us light by night , is distant from the earth 239,182 miles . There are several stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the setting sun , is a planet . 70 ...
... gives us light by night , is distant from the earth 239,182 miles . There are several stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the setting sun , is a planet . 70 ...
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Стр. 64 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Стр. 61 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
Стр. 57 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Стр. 61 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 56 - No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring: it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night! and...
Стр. 45 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree. Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Стр. 63 - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Стр. 44 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Стр. 62 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 57 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.