The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader, Том 5 |
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... Father's at the Helm 16 Lullaby 30 To the Robin 16 TALES The Esquimaux Dog Journey over the Frozen Sea Story of a Cabin Boy A Wreck - Australia 33 38 Stalking the Ourebi - S . Africa Serpent Charming 57 62 46 • Singular Story of a Whale ...
... Father's at the Helm 16 Lullaby 30 To the Robin 16 TALES The Esquimaux Dog Journey over the Frozen Sea Story of a Cabin Boy A Wreck - Australia 33 38 Stalking the Ourebi - S . Africa Serpent Charming 57 62 46 • Singular Story of a Whale ...
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... Father William , " the 66 young man cried , The few locks which are left you are grey ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man , Now tell me the reason , I pray . " r " In the days of my youth , " Father Willian replied , " I ...
... Father William , " the 66 young man cried , The few locks which are left you are grey ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man , Now tell me the reason , I pray . " r " In the days of my youth , " Father Willian replied , " I ...
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... fresh To swallows on the wing . My spirit flew in feathers , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow . Hood . MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM . THE curling waves , THE FIFTH STANDARD 15 9 READER .
... fresh To swallows on the wing . My spirit flew in feathers , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow . Hood . MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM . THE curling waves , THE FIFTH STANDARD 15 9 READER .
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... father's at the helm ! " So when our worldly all is reft- Our earthly helper gone , We still have one true anchor left- God helps , and He alone . He to our prayers will bend an ear , He gives our pangs relief ; He turns to smiles each ...
... father's at the helm ! " So when our worldly all is reft- Our earthly helper gone , We still have one true anchor left- God helps , and He alone . He to our prayers will bend an ear , He gives our pangs relief ; He turns to smiles each ...
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... fathers C. Kingsley . Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts shall glow , As ye sweep through the deep , While the ...
... fathers C. Kingsley . Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts shall glow , As ye sweep through the deep , While the ...
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Стр. 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Стр. 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Стр. 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Стр. 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 96 - 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.
Стр. 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Стр. 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.