Lessons for writing from dictationW.W. Robinson, 1849 - Всего страниц: 72 |
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... wind 2 . When it is a clear night the moon shines . Then we see the stars . They are bright , and more than you can count . 3 . The birds sing in the trees , and build their nests , so that they may lay their eggs in them . I love to ...
... wind 2 . When it is a clear night the moon shines . Then we see the stars . They are bright , and more than you can count . 3 . The birds sing in the trees , and build their nests , so that they may lay their eggs in them . I love to ...
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... wind blows and brings the snow . The water freezes and becomes ice . Sheep eat hay and turnips in the winter . Christmas comes in winter . It is a happy time to spend all at home together , if we love each other , as we ought to do . 44 ...
... wind blows and brings the snow . The water freezes and becomes ice . Sheep eat hay and turnips in the winter . Christmas comes in winter . It is a happy time to spend all at home together , if we love each other , as we ought to do . 44 ...
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... wind blows . In gin to sing . May all the flowers bloom , and in June they are in full beauty . Spring is a happy time . 45 . Look how the Trees are covered with green leaves ! How cool and how shady it is under the tree ! The sun ...
... wind blows . In gin to sing . May all the flowers bloom , and in June they are in full beauty . Spring is a happy time . 45 . Look how the Trees are covered with green leaves ! How cool and how shady it is under the tree ! The sun ...
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... winds blow across them , carrying clouds of sand , which stifle and smother travellers . How thankful should we be , that in our temperate climate , we are exposed neither to the excessive heat nor intense cold , with which some parts ...
... winds blow across them , carrying clouds of sand , which stifle and smother travellers . How thankful should we be , that in our temperate climate , we are exposed neither to the excessive heat nor intense cold , with which some parts ...
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... wind ; A hope for times that are unkind And every season . 124. THE WISH . [ SAMUEL ROGERS . ] 1 . 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 ...
... wind ; A hope for times that are unkind And every season . 124. THE WISH . [ SAMUEL ROGERS . ] 1 . 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 ...
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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.