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... Flowers , On Forward , On going . Frederick and Catherine Frederick the Great and his Nephews .. French Revolution , Fable of the Fresh Air , Necessity of .. 92 22 281 206 283 141 126 125 92 $ 3 G. Garden Flowers , Notes on Gentlemen ...
... Flowers , On Forward , On going . Frederick and Catherine Frederick the Great and his Nephews .. French Revolution , Fable of the Fresh Air , Necessity of .. 92 22 281 206 283 141 126 125 92 $ 3 G. Garden Flowers , Notes on Gentlemen ...
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... Flowers PAGE .98 , 107 , 115 .184 , 199 , 238 , 262 , 285 , 316 204 147 69 311 82 96 135 55 52 ..98 , 107 , 115 274 175 314 28 89 83 187 ... 17 , 39 , 58 , 93 , 119 105 182 188 101 145 .210 , 235 141 279 On Going Forward Ouse , River ...
... Flowers PAGE .98 , 107 , 115 .184 , 199 , 238 , 262 , 285 , 316 204 147 69 311 82 96 135 55 52 ..98 , 107 , 115 274 175 314 28 89 83 187 ... 17 , 39 , 58 , 93 , 119 105 182 188 101 145 .210 , 235 141 279 On Going Forward Ouse , River ...
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... flowers , silk , and ribbons , lost entirely every trace of that simplicity which is the beauty of early years . She was , notwithstanding , quite enchanted with the delightful change . Her eyes with mighty satisfaction wandered over ...
... flowers , silk , and ribbons , lost entirely every trace of that simplicity which is the beauty of early years . She was , notwithstanding , quite enchanted with the delightful change . Her eyes with mighty satisfaction wandered over ...
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... flowers ; and butter- flies , with wings of lovely colours , flitted about in every part of it . The little girls amused themselves in making nosegays of the flowers , and in chasing the butterflies ; but they did not hurt them when ...
... flowers ; and butter- flies , with wings of lovely colours , flitted about in every part of it . The little girls amused themselves in making nosegays of the flowers , and in chasing the butterflies ; but they did not hurt them when ...
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... flowers that blossom In the valley and the dell , Of the bright and bubbling waters Through dewy meads that glide , Still I love my native city Where my parents dear reside . And as day by day rejoicing To my school I 48 THE SONG OF THE ...
... flowers that blossom In the valley and the dell , Of the bright and bubbling waters Through dewy meads that glide , Still I love my native city Where my parents dear reside . And as day by day rejoicing To my school I 48 THE SONG OF THE ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alfred Anne answer basket woman beautiful began birds Blue Coat School boys and girls British School brother called certify Chanticleer Charles Chipping Ongar Columbus cried Deansgate door Edward EDWIN WALLER Emily Bailey emperor England father fear feet flowers friends garden gave George give hand head heard heart Henry Henry Cowe James John JOHN HEYWOOD king little boy live looked Lord majesty Mary master morning mother Nelson never night papers poor pray prince Prize Essayists queen Robert Catterall Robt round Sarah Sarah French Seaton sent SHILLINGS ship Sibford School Sir W. C. Trevelyan's Slaithwaite soon Stoke-on-Trent Streatham Sunningdale School teacher thee things Thomas Thos thou thought told took tree W. C. Trevelyan's School walked wife William Willie wood words writes Young Scholar
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Seite 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Seite 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Seite 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Seite 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Seite 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Seite 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Seite 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i